Vowanoia 

Do you,
whoever,
 
take this woman,
or whatever,
 
to have and to hold,
thru richer and poorer,
thru sickness and health,
thru the good times and the bad times,
 
till the aliens attack,
or till the polar ice cap melt
and the tsunamis wash us all away,
or till the supervolcano erupts
and the dust and ash block the sun
and form a new ice age,
 
or the meteors collide with the earth
and bring new space bacteria
that falls in hellishly corrosive acid rain,
 
or the black hole in a malfunctioning large hadron collider explodes
and antimatter consumes all consciousness,
 
or the zombie apocalypse arises,
and all flesh is consumed by the dead,
 
or microscopic robots
psychically interacting with satellites
controlled by demonic ghosts
hijack all human neurological synaptic impulses
 
or till the nuclear reactors erupt
and the sleeping leviathans are disturbed
and emerge from beneath the earths crust
spewing burning oil and radioactive waste in all directions
splattering onto walls and faces
and stomping the life from full cities
with poisoned air shredding bodies as a cancer from within
 
or the four horseman arrive
and bring a judgment of guilt to the entirety of humanity,
and all souls are raked over the hot coals of hell for eternity,
screaming in agony and regret,
praying for the final end of everything,
 
or till death shall come
in the form of the suns implosion,
explosion, or simple withering,
shall you part?