Could this be the end?

Look, i made rhymes!


It's gently snowing.
I can feel the fear growing.
Panic fills the air
Why doesn't God care?
What can we do?
We won't make it through
this plague of despair
poisoning our air.
How can we drive?
We can't possibly survive!
Dallas is doomed
our bodies entombed.
In this coffin we await
such a tragic fate.
With terror we're seized.
Surely God is not pleased.
The snowing won't cease.
There's no hope of peace.
His wrath is not fun.
Oh wait...it's done.