November 12, 2015


Fruit-Ful is the Sur
-face in which Dev
-astation grows
upon the earth
Cataclysmic events
The violent end
The forsaken lands drench with the stench of
Pillars of ruination
I've forseen
The human race enslaved by the chains of prosperity
Accomplishing nothing
Digging their graves
Humanity was cleansed by an imminent disaster
Invoking the end
Pillars of ruination
It begins
With the survival of my soul
Everything I know is deceased
Abandoned and out of control
We bathe in frailty
Reliant on a system that destroyed humanity
A new age
Liberated by failures
Surrounded by the ashes of defeatists
The pillars dropped
To ignite our sins
Erasing everything
Inducing stagnancy
Unable to define what is reality
Slipping off the edge of sanity
As I stare into the abyss the abyss stares back into me
Welcoming my being with it's lustful embrace
Alone I walk towards the darkness
Engulfing light in the thickness of hatred
Broken and seeking salvation
On a land burnt from the misery of man
Corpses pave the burning lands
Statues of ignorant mistakes
A journey so ubiqutious
Holds the answer to my survival
In the land of the brave
Paradise fails to sustain life
Venturing the deep
For the answers I so truly seek
A knife to my wrist
Cutting away all my anger
I'm not afraid to die
I'm afraid of living forever
Exiled alone
Exiled alive
Why wasn't I slaughtered?
Am I
An archetype of immortality?
My mind is twisted and crippled from false hope
The deafening echo of a voice calling

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