Existence is now a fatal blow,
A last blossom away,
From the tormented souls of the underworld,
They come up for air, so pray.
Cold, claw like fingers grasp for flesh,
They rip it straight off the bone.
Never have they been so desperate,
To destroy those who stand alone.
Mournful souls of hell unleashed,
With the pain and hatred, call upon heaven.
To open their gates or they’ll tear it down,
With the ranks and soldiers of their coven.
Firey jets of bullets streak across bloodstained skys,
Sounds of nails upon a chalkboard.
Nothing can stop them now,
From this rancid, evil hoard.
To let hell rule heaven,
Would be a sure disgrace,
Pain and fear now haunts the world,
There’s no end to this wild race.
This is how it came to be,
A world unleashed upon another,
Boundries were brought back to heaven,
But hell created one to be mothered,
A sure way to ruin it all again.
People were discovered. |
