apocalypse
the morning sun is covered with blood,
the air is dying with fear,
black butterflies with black chaotic wings are flying in the air,
the flavour of reality is turning away.
God has thrown his crown away ,
and satan took the throne,
apocalipse is on its way ,
and chaos will be reborn.
even the air doesnt smells the same,
it smells scorched,
like your flesh lying on my table ,
like your bones , gone with the wind.
the wind is cold and diluted with death,
your whole body is focused on staying alive,
now the view is rotening earth,
the war is over,
and life is a myth
Ethereal End:
walking on the dusted way,
black leaves are falling from the long ago dead trees,
the rotten air killed their roots,
the white sky arent looking so promising anymore.
my bleeding hands arent soft as they used to be,
I can already feel my soul lying in the grave,
tear trickles down from the eye and falls on the ground like pure poison,
the soul isnt so pure anymore.
Portal Is Opening Infront of me ,
Cold Screams Are sounded from the other side,
The voice is calling me in and i cant resist,
so soft , so promising....
i putting my self through the portal,
silence........
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