| My Sheer, power grips my will. My Heart beats, soul must fly, my fist, clenches, the Skull, As I wrap it in a plastic bag, tossing it back and forth, amongst the mass. I see this in my head, of the Future, Games for kids to play. Life slowly Dwindling away, twiddle me this, as I riddle up a fact. A rope made of Flesh, a Flute made of Bone. The world slowly dieing. The Deadly Army arising. Demons fly in the Sky. Angels whither and die. If you don't like what you see, then kill yourself, because this is how its gonna be. Hell's reaching hand. Gods Superior Plan. A Warrior will Arise, the Demons will learn to Cry, as they see his Name carved in stone. They know he'll break their Bones. He may walk alone. But talk of his Name is purely Fame.. Yes the Future is dismal, but alas, their is Hope. Have Faith.. Remember, don't pick on the Picture that seems to be bleak, for what if your true hero, and savior. Was a Freak? |
