‘May God protect us,’ the birds of darkness sing, but even they know, there is no such thing.
All of humanity is crying, as their despair seeks the divine, walking slowly on the path of sorrow, the masters desire freedom, at the cost of someone’s doom.
The worthless weep, as the world gets engulfed by war, and money blocks their hearts with a iron bar.
The elders watch as the acid of lies spread over the minds of innocent, influencing them to fight, and the poor have already lost all their rights.
There only lies misery on the surface, and the men who started this all are getting nervous.
The truth lies at the bottom of the ocean, keeping within itself all the betrayals, waiting for its revival.
No one knows when peace will be prominent, as only death seems dominant.
The devil watched this all and cries the tear of joy, as he laughs and grins, enjoying humans commit grave sins.
‘This was better than expected,’ he says, as he watches the humans so naïve dig their own graves.
The crows caw, as they symbolize the deaths of the gods, with their eyes shining in the mist in shroud.
The monsters, taking humans as aliases, walk the earth, and start a new era of distress.
The sun does not shine anymore, disappointed by the actions of the foolish, everyone is colder than the frozen ashes.
The Reaper is busy, reaping infinite souls, the world has already lost all its goals.
The dreams of the innocents are trampled upon, by the selfishness of the rich, may the world get torn apart, never again to be stitched.
The old generation thought only of profit, and the new generation will never know life, the present sufferers have only known hypocrites.
‘May the truth bloom and prosper,’ the birds of darkness wish with a dagger in their beaks, as this the world where the Gods have ceased to exist.
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