Primevil Poem by The Lastdon

Blood, sweat, tears,

the sum of my fears,

the stinch made death famous,

for the living of all years,

may death be the teaching,

a history so bold,

may life be the precious, more valued than gold

may living be the gift,

that's earned, as is spent,

may demons be the masters that darkness has sent.

for walls are yet clustered,

with bricks and of mud,

as maggots be the rulers,

of flesh and of blood,

the waters have risen,

I dreamed of this day,

the thief of the children, has taken them away,

pray if you wish,

It will help you not.

for life is a haven, destined to rot.

my friend, if you've known, that hell is but hot.

judge he the beginning. you've chosen your spot.

for it will ride to us swiftly, so tasteless, so bland.

as paradise is a dream, toes full of sand,

for we are the plague, cursed on this land,

wish but not weep,

for death is the essence for in time we shall sleep.