A mind of a chaos machine
An ocean of thought
Forever churning
To
Once again a glimmer
of hope burns away
Another part of me
rots
A year has passed since the funeral
The smell of rotten
A man empty of life
Bleeding
His tongue tasteless,
his eyes blind
Judge him
Enter the fields of rape Your final place in time
When
A dirty storm cloud
A murky darkness
Disaster
Grief
A whole ocean of tears
Ther
Kick aside the slaughtered lamb
Spit in the face of the
intruder
With ice in his breath
And fire in his stride
Pagan shadows
Take a ride
Roll with me
Feeling good sitting with all them
Dies erae
A falling star
Red like fire
Ripping the sky
Speaking in electric
From our mouths comes fire
The last star has fallen to
Visions
Of the apocalypse
A deep red vortex
Burned the sky
And mankind lies
Vicious nature
Gripped in snarling vice
No love for the equal
Only a
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