by Timothy
Death, turmoil, the end, things that all are near. Things that are coming. What is that blackness that we see coming, it is the future. A spiraling world of hell and chaos. A place of darkness, of corruption, sex, violence, and money. Greed running through blood, blood that is thinner then water, water which is brown, dirty and polluted. Death and disease running over the race, but we are pure they say. We are becoming what we are destined to be, we are evolving. Our society is at its high point, but all I see is the crash, and unnerving end to it all. Chaos, blackness, death and plague. The black wave of hell waving over the world. People fall, demons raise, heavens end, and hells raise. The gods fail us, the gods abandon us, were they ever here. No they just were there, in a place that they watched. They watched us till we fell, corrupted people cast stones of disbelief at them. Driving onward to a goal that is blind. Blind, deaf and dumb the people abandon faith, abandon hope. People who once were proud are no more. People who wanted it all have nothing to show. People that want are people who die, people who hope are people who cry. People who fly are the ones who escape from what is happening. Run little people run. Run my friend for time has come to call, run my enemy for the world is about to fall. Faster, faster now, live in the spiraling hell. Slow down slow down, don't fall down the hill. What are you thinking, how do you feel? NO ONE CARES!!! Who are you, what do you want. NO ONE CARES!!!! Die my little friend for hope is no more, die before the demons come.
Tim
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