When the skies turn red,
and the air is thick,
you can believe I won't be afraid.
When the ground cracks open,
and darkness spreads,
you can believe I won't scream.
When the river runs red, of blood,
from the innocent and guilty,
you can bet I'll still be standing.
When the darkness engulfs this world,
you better believe I'll be the ruler!
oh wow.. i don't know what else there is to say about how you feel.... it saddens me, to see someone so young, and corrupted. but there's nothing i can do. things will get better, i'm praying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow...what an expression....when (and if indeed it comes) the Apocalypse, i so wanna be on your side, your highness... MMI