it is ironic how the same people who preach about love are the ones who turn out to be monsters in the end,
to divide and rule along the lines my friend.
perhaps, it is only a tale of human suffering and nothing more;
everyone and everything suffers.
time itself will wither mountains and the Sun.
mere mortal elements of an immortal soul will bring down an empire;
the seed will grow into another fire.
lurking beyond the shadows are creatures of the dark;
spanning the barren lands consumed by the poison
and the dear ones near and far.
machines breathing ash and fire screech through the walls,
the rain falls and yet, the colour doesn't fades away,
the world is grey and has been from the age of dawn,
for everything born is evil;
and only a mother shall ever mourn.
children will devour the gods to fulfill their fantasy,
the power will bleed into the wounds of the ones gone and ugly.
pharaohs will guide the leash and unleash the thunder;
on one and for all.
the sky will fall and the sea shall rise, the ones who preach about love always pay the price.
nothing is without gravity in this world;
young and old both shall die,
it is ironic how nothing will ever matter even though love never dies.
it only kills.