The Dark Ages Volume 2 [Formerly "A Somebody's Journey"]

Hell

Shaking. Quaking. Moaning and groaning. Evil has come to take us, take us down into the ground. The poison spreads. It's everywhere. It infects us all, stabbing and burning us all.

Hell has come, what have we innocents done? Why not take the murderers? The extremist? The tyrants? Why us?
WHY ME?! Bones ache and crack. Throat scrapes and burns. Hell beasts

of air burst through my windpipe. Cold but warm. Resting yet restless. Drinking from the fire while my blood burning. Blood boiling in bed as I try to get some rest. How horrid I feel is unexplainable.

Pills for poison, pills for poison, the pills you take is for the poison inside you. It doesn't cure you but it lightens the load. Pills for poison, pills for poison. The sneezing doesn't stop, it only gets

worse. The powerful the blast, the powerful the shake, like a thousand hurricanes and one big earthquake. Everyone has fallen ill because of who?
They say our illness is nothing but we

All know the truth. All they can do is give us pills for poison. Pills for poison, pills for poison. The comfort of my bed is all I need. I ruffle the sheets and make a peaceful garden for my

poison and me. I eat very little but when I do, the poison stops to rest and I go to feast. I cannot eat a lot for if I do, the poison Will throw it out. I feel so dead yet so present in life right now. Stresses and

worries try to bother me but I flick it away while the poison says "not today." From time to time I get my work done, and feeling accomplished I rest to fight and force them poison out of me.