Colossal violence revels in the midst of hostility Ingenius methods of hipocrisy roams our land Dressed in superior clothings of mighty brands.
Nihilistic approaches for humanity's growth Thats how things are done As the blood red luminant shadows of the crescent moon strucked the heart of masochistic reapers of youthful innocence.
The bitterness of peace and joy did not satiate the evil's hoggish needs So with their monstrous jaws and claws they haunted everything that screams life and hope Until all of the land was left with little to no resemblance of what it was before For now, the little town for which kids seek toys to play And where adults find palpable joy in the simplicity of their humble abodes Is now nothing but a mere reminder of how that ghost town was
Where the ugly stench of death and prejudicial entities of mankind lodges.