Do you see?

The winds
aroar at the
shivering woods.

Do you see?

Sang the flames
of what
I've sinned.

Here, stay,

see

me.

And, like my name,
distorted

I am:

a sun behind

the moon.

His energy has been here as long as mine Even before this universe we go farther then the past
Sadly this life is his last
No more revolving doors
Judgment does not Exist
A task past
Complaints as a masķ
Mercy is not for the wicked
The end will not come fast
Incorrectly formed
His soul is poor
Devolving floors
Aggression aroar
Created for tension
Beautiful messes
Learning Pointless lessons
Together we cried laughed
Now you will move on outside of this universe burning fast bright hot and gone

Winds aroar,
Thy wind hath blown.
Bullets soar,
So does the scream?

"Skrrrr!"
A man,
With his wine!
Delicate craniums!
Such fine rubies!

A man,
With his greyful clothes,
Hath bloomed orange!
His hands, feast!
His moral? Aforward!

Amongst them, he joyed!
Amongst them, he savor!
"Yer craniums!"
"Yer blood!"
"For him!"

Savor en legion,
Ashes for ashes.
Awalk o' rapid musketeer,
And verily, for thy blood!