I wake upon a black dawn,
with cosmic dread rising in the east.
Those shadows sweep across the land,
hiding truth,
bringing darkness to the masses,
feeding the abomination residing in their
loathsome souls.
Those souls are rotting inside the still
living corpses,
changing fresh air into that
stale, rancid stench of death,
the choking smell of decomposing flesh.
That evil hand that reeks of a hell
ramming itself down the throats of
the millions of helpless dark lambs,
relishing in the slaughter of their brethren.
Apparently only I can see the curtain
that is slowly lowered upon this entire
Someday, it will devour everything,
and I won't stop it.
Why should I?
It can't hurt me...