A place of gruel and pain
they are all vain its driving me beyond insane
as our blood turns to nothing
our hate drives us further into this prevailing society of evil,
the change in time, I had in my hands,
a key to something,
never known to anyone feeling as they all fall,
dig into open wounds,
becoming more and more like our open graves,
we co-exist with them and bleed the dust,
cruel heart the winds flooding me within,
a changed pace,
called to me with clipped wings that fell from the Morning star.

Diety and enemy alike I stand with neither,
only trailing my own dusty path to and fro,
riding a storm in the sky living only to die,
like us all.
look into my eyes what can you see,
the end of all time,
the blackness revolving around my soul,
look into any human eyes and tell me if
you see the same,
so I will never change,
and time will always remain,
Death not a question,
it can never be a question only an answer.
so when is your answer coming?
 
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