From times of sorrow
To times of love
This world is filed with the smoke of mistakes
Fresh air is a delicacy which only those who can fly will taste
Soaring into the skies
Freedom, this feeling cant be ours
Confusion intertwines the veins of my thoughts
Leaving behind a scene of dust and waters undrinkable to those of thirst
Deep seas of murky liquid are thick with the spoils of humanity
The things we do
No
No
No
This cannot be true
Awake me please
This dream i must elude
Dark embers flash before my eyes
Searing pain strikes the core of souls
Serpentine shadows fill the minds of the hopeful
Leaving behind loneliness, fear, pain
Panice erupts through the masses
Deaths come like falling meteors which he the one, the savor, has sent to cleanse this world from what we have made it
A new beginning is on the brink of the last gasps from those who have dissapointed... this universe
This universe, we once called home.
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