| The symbols ring, all demons dream. The drums sound, the waves surround, soil pushed upward, as the dead rise from the ground. Sweet seldom death. Ravage the Kingdom of greed, rape the reward, and replace the portrait with a decaying corpse. Running in chaos searching for shelter, the terrified mortals flee. Looking for a place to hide, to only find. Hell. Pale skin, crimson floors. Veins bled dry, look at all the horrified whores. Barrel to the back of the head, one click, hammer contacting the casing, in an instant another fool is dead. The tree of life is now a stump, now soaked in blood, as it is used to hold public executions. Watch all the beautiful death in the form of decapitation. The city now burns, and the man made fortress of foolishness lay in ruins. Not a sign of life anywhere in the morning's sunlight. Children impaled into walls, and trees, heads on pikes as a reminder of their greed. Once ruled by a King's crown, now left to rot into the ground. |
