Love has no place here in a world doused in shades of grey.
No warmth comes with winter sunshine; it's been chilled by the December Solstice winds.
The days have lost meaning within a destructive Earth.
Forever lost is the bliss they once knew.
Immortals turn their cheek in shame that no one else feels in themselves.
The apocalypse is upon a place once so promising.

How could they forget the beauty of what they had?
Why must they lust for more, to tear the world asunder?
Cast the world into an illusionist's fire!
Burn this blemish from what used to be a perfect canvas.
Paint them anew, begin again!

Exile the self made evil, the hatred.
Create with vibrant colors for a new being.
Bring about the miracle that they can survive.
They could never do it alone.