The Omen

Divinity of an unborn son,
The condemning of a fable,
Increasing number of mandatory, suicide,
And the smile of goblin,
Shatters your being and pride.

The majesty king, sent to death,
For worship of the devil,
The Omen flies away,
Leaving its conquered path,
Falling apart from decay.

At night, he does his calculations,
In the internal darkness,
But after these years,
Plotting his atrocious revenge,
Can't hide the tears and the fears.

Humans become like oceans,
Maybe perfect on the surface,
Underneath that, lays emptiness,
Hard to face the harsh reality,
Thats when the omen, puts them to rest.