At his passing it can't be calculated.
His punishing heart of evil-so understated!
A lively Autumn tree's vein turns black.
World dozing off in lack.

At his passing the world comes and goes.
People caught in his path-certain woes!
A budding branch waves at a passing mother.
This passing monster, men are drudgers.

The earth speeds on its point.
At his awakening from slumber, world's a disappoint.

At his passing cemetaries shudder!
Devils cry-poor families long for butter.

At his passing heaven shivers.
Where are your pearls oh majestic rivers!

At his passing hell releases the damned.
Morgues world over are crammed.

It therefore cannot be stated what will become of the world.
At this passing.
At his passing.