Too many secrets weary eyes can often never hold,
the pain of shame and guilt my friend will finally unfold,
virginal tears of self remorse shall wash away your joy,
there is no place to run and hide, you canot be coy.
Life has finally come full circle it canot be broken,
resistance will precede the end it is merely token,
fallen roses litter the earth around the shallow grave,
countless lie in deprivation both cowardly and brave.
A fighting spirit has been crushed below gargantuan weight,
agonising indecision merely confirm your wretched fate,
Oh my friend tis far too late to make a final stand,
remnants of your former strength lie littered like the sand.
This is the day when the sky will fall, the earth will finally rise,
bastions of more peaceful times destructively collide,
anarchy and hatred decimate, engulf, enshroud,
the rumbling thunder of discontent explodes within the clouds.
It is the time when a rougish few control the will of man,
bloody tears caress the earth covering all the land,
and in this hour deceptive lies shall prey upon the truth,
the seed of evil sown long ago will finally bear fruit.
A blessed few are all thats left, they fight a lonely cause,
like flickering candles in the night they never really pause,
alas the moonless night will hunt, the wicked shall prevail,
for on this bleakest of all morns, the devil drops his veil.
The scourge of death has been unleashed upon all life this day,
one last time the curtain falls the soothsayer has his say,
For on the morrow angels weep, as they are surely next,
even they canot escape the end they must face the KISS OF DEATH.
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