In this flower field, in the life of spring
The flowers bloom and the birds do sing
But over the horizon, an evil waits
A dead wasteland holding our fragile fates  

The early sunrise is a mighty sight
What a beautiful world, made of glorious light
But then I remember the darkness there
Made by our own hands to taunt and scare

A king sits upon his shameful throne
Built from hundreds of innocents’ bones
His army is marching, coming soon
To trample the flowers that has just bloomed

It’s hard to believe, just standing here
Breathing in the scent of dewdrop tears
But if I listen enough or strain to see
It’s clear they’re not too far from me

What a beautiful world, of life and light
Of wind and song and starlit nights
And over the horizon is our impending doom
But for now I’ll watch the flowers bloom

I've turned a blind eye
For so I long i've tried to deny
But now I can no longer hide
My life is doomed
And I have to say goodbye
To the bright future I've always dreamed about
To the good things I always thought I'd have
My dreams are ruined
And I could've have blamed my parents
Instead I'll just blame myself

The truth's not in the details
it's in the attitude
with which you start the methodology
Examine historiography
and you'll know
you don't really know
Still, the fault of teleology
is more important than
the happenings you use to defend your point
Cause the details your viewpoint binds you to
show that irrationalities cloud our brains
There's no fine line to reason
Isaac Newton was afraid of humans
and spent most his time as an alchemist
We still believe in some magick
but in its waning days
people are getting mad trying to find
other paths of core thinking
One's driving force
and escape from fearing death
No, not even science can satisfy the why
but those who think it can
contribute to the scary times
****** and the Nazis
and the all encompassing
forgetting of future atrocities
The 20th Century was
the most violent of centuries

A loaf of bread
A cup of win
Feast of the ******
So divine
Corpses rot
In open graves
Food for crows
The end of days
Hourglass broken
Times spilt sand
Famine and pestilence
Cover the land
The fires burn high
Mother Earth moans
Her children all dead
She's covered with their bones
Opens wounds
Never healed
Mothers last breath
Our doom sealed

How could you leave me that way?
A way that made me feel suicidal
You were my rock,
You were my world
I can hear your voice telling me you're okay
And you, you stood up and walked away
Yes, I know you couldn't stop yourself
Your soul walked from your lifeless body next to mine
But I can't help myself
And I have to ask this question
Why now?
When I need you the most
The time where I need you to hold me close
And now you're no more than a ghost
But I know, I will follow you to heaven, like a lamb
You were the treasure in my empty chest
I take myself now and put us both to rest

Fiery sun glimmered
From mornig till noon.
Then it drizzled all night
When came watery moon.

Environment was conducive,
Soaked and sunned was mud.
Mystical & magical moment!
Came into bieng tickly bud.

But something went wrong,  
Frail being never bloomed.
Scarce water or poor light ?
Bud wilted and was doomed.

Waves crash over bony rocks
That reach out for the sky
With fingers like daggers,
Teaching angels to fly.
Red clouds plague the Earth like
Some crimson disease,
Filling up the oceans lungs before
They started to freeze.
Not with a sigh in the nights,
Not with that aura of gloom,
But with the fleeting feeling of
The constant knowledge of
Doom,
The stars that were above are
Now finally below,
And the eyes that see disguised
Are as far as they can go.

You're the yellow pages of my second-hand book.
You're the shoe bite in my old pair of shoes.
You're the red of my swollen, melting eyes.
You're the lullaby of my sleepless nights.
You're the after-taste that burns my mouth.
You're the nightmare of my dreams uncouth.
Breathless. Gasp. Smother.
You're my desire path to doom.