Through the darkest night,
In the midst of ash
Ahead of its time –
Where the blackest black
Of filth and fire
Consume, devour – repeat…
A Light shines.
And while fools
Dance with death
To the tune of
An evil they call “good” –
Grinding their teeth
To curse and boast…
A Voice sings.
And as the earth groans –
Aching under the weight of
The birth of many children
Called “Destruction,”
Who've grown to eat and ****
Their own…
A King reigns.
.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
Through the darkest night,
In the midst of ash
Ahead of its time –
Where the blackest black
Of filth and fire
Consume, devour – repeat…
A Light shines.
And while fools
Dance with death
To the tune of
An evil they call “good” –
Grinding their teeth
To curse and boast…
A Voice sings.
And as the earth groans –
Aching under the weight of
The birth of many children
Called “Destruction,”
Who've grown to eat and ****
Their own…
A King reigns.
.
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