I walk like a living corpse among you,
My uclers are full of hate and abcess is filled by pain.
I promised to judge a sinners, it is nothing new
And soon the guilty will be withness of the ****** rain.
At first my war will tear the world apart.
Then my famine will break survivors down.
All things will try to rise but truth of plague is like a dart,
And my last friend named death will cover all around.
Perhaps I will not call them back,
Until my enemies not die to last one.
I smile and laugh and go to hugs of Black*
His arms so cold and soft; My job is done.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
I walk like a living corpse among you,
My uclers are full of hate and abcess is filled by pain.
I promised to judge a sinners, it is nothing new
And soon the guilty will be withness of the ****** rain.
At first my war will tear the world apart.
Then my famine will break survivors down.
All things will try to rise but truth of plague is like a dart,
And my last friend named death will cover all around.
Perhaps I will not call them back,
Until my enemies not die to last one.
I smile and laugh and go to hugs of Black*
His arms so cold and soft; My job is done.
* Black is four horseman, Death in my opinion
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