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I'm coming out with it. Slowly but surely. This one is more for the ahead.


Submitted:Jul 10, 2011    Reads: 42    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Apocalypse

Forsaken Territory

The kind we can not give

You fought the battle over

You've won the right to live

You took away my family

You hid them all behind

You taught with words, I'm sorry

The words never reached my mind

Now it is time to ponder

About the words we bring

Not only just in number

Also the way we sing

The message long to conquer

Will show you the right way

You'll win eternal battles

Just knowing how to pray

Though we may sound outstanding

We make to prove away

All of the "what if" bullshit

And into words of gray

We speak not from just darkness

The pits of fiery hell

We share the light above us all

The lights of heaven's well

2nd half

For centuries and centuries

You lived amongst the day

You turned your back, admit betray

The daylight went away

You watched the moon. It rose above

But didn't see the sign

That even when darkness array

Your souls remain divine

You set up all these wrongful ways

To calibrate your minds

Just sit at home; don't wish to be

Enlightenment you'll find

The wiser man, that shall not fall.

The one that you create

A threat to all that lives and breathes

He'll carry out your fate

Forsaken Territory

The kind we can not give

You fought the battle over

You won the right to live

You took away my family

You hid them all behind

You taught with words, I'm sorry

The words never reached, they never reached my mind

The Apocalypse is a break from a mind prison that was the formation for hell on earth.





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