Treasure Island

blue myne

(jan.1,1993 / philipines)

Death Blooms


the safe places seems to run out
people in the world starts to doubt
they wonder if they must hide or be free
escaping from the danger of reality

there was a prophecy called revealation
the master's plan towards extinction
does this world will become oblivion
by the cammanders of the zion

it is the creation of man
the weapons, the war and everything they can
that seems to be the reason of this world to wither
and also the reason for our life to taste bitter

vile thoughts and lifeless conspiracies
giving life to the body of eschatologies
death, murder, kill, death, murder.........
those things seems to rise faster

Submitted: Monday, May 25, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, September 29, 2010

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