....... beneath the cover of darkness
upon the midnight hour
the cold wind howls with bloody hunger.
death stalks the dismal void before
where hollow souls do cry 'no more'
faithful beings still wearily trust
In Him forgotten and all is lost.
you sleep no more in quiet form
but search each moment in restless scorn
the unending agony quickens the haunted
as grim reapers execute the captured.
you slowly crawl across the rapture
with belief you may find green pasture
the lonely shall never know rest
your reward ' s death, nothing less
and though you deny your eternal fate
your destiny's decided at any rate
....... Nuture not thy seeds of oblivion
for thus thou shalt harvest the fruits of
desolation .......
LET NOT THY EYES SLEEP BEFORE THE EASTERN SKY
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DIARY OF THE DAMNED {COMPLETED}
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