Humanity thus became the Great Dragon,
The Serpent...
A shrieking sound grinds through gears,
Deus cries out, his work incomplete...
Our agendas were written by two different hands,
in two different languages...
His touch electrocutes the air
circling me, his hands are vultures...
The Reavers' Song
Behold, our desolate world...
Being a fly on the wall is so overrated;
though I wish I didn't have to find out the hard...
Shaken, Disrupted I lost my way
With eyes shrouded in illusions of endless decay...
Sullen and fallen
The leaves danced and swayed...
My broken bones of transparency.
My head filled with meanlingless lies...
Well I was just a guy, wondering around in life,
the regular type, always nice...
Deep in the woods on the darkest of nights,
You here a scream which gives you a fright...
I lie down to sleep,
Mom draws the curtains...