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by Sam Richards Apr 15, 2007 category : Dark, fantasy / other
Foundations shake As the world is punched by gods So much power, control with a mere word Aggression in the hindsight The plates collide Insanity and shame bleed through Words are whispered, Pandoras box Is opened with your lips The cracks expand Hells flirtatious tongue licks savagely Demons and gods, work as on entity To corrupt a lonely world The heavens part Eagar eyes appear hopeful But it is just a false religion So says your scythe-wielding breath The calm seals boil, raging As you glance, oblivious Deserts flood and forests burn All at your command The world dies Crippling and desperate, begging on its knees Your words, your apocalypse tore apart My world, my gravity, my storms, my heart