As The World Turns Cold

Preface

The world is a battlefield

Full of venomous secrets and deadly weapons
Posed at the ready to aim or be killed

But each person in this time and space

Is a creation trying to match the pace

Of routines and human ideals

And among this group

Lies an even more unimaginable troop

We are the unnatural, the anomalies of life itself

We only have control of fear and rage within ourselves

And do you know why?

Since the days of our births we have been told not to cry.

Chin up, Kid, they'll find you.

If there is an outburst, you will rue

And mourn for the life you once had

As the true abominations take away another lad

Not unlike you or your kin

You will pay for sin

At least that's what you'll be told

As the world turns cold