There she lies.
You see her vulnerable, yet expecting.
A mistake to seek revenge, sevenfold upon its keeper;
printed prophecies are kept underfoot.
An organic holding cell is no match;
No match for the will to erase and destroy.
This hope of the common man falls so quick around an aura so black.
While newborn prophet leads the lost and damned, to their dark salvation.
You see that all are welcome, none shall leave.
It will hunt until the moon stops its glow and decides to say that we were born into our fate.
Then others are born to be the spark that ignites the revolution.
Born for treason.
Those who find happiness naturally, will be crushed by the weight of a million beggar's change, and I swear to you they won't be sorry,
when they're done.
Lost in the digital age, with outdated morals, expired emotions and,
when you see these fucking lies in my head, ask me, when does it end?
Boom, this is the end of all things.
Sprawling abyss, encompassing everything.
It feeds forever, hiding away in the dark.
For everything inside,
everything left, everything left is time(less) darkness, reckless agony.
Feeding off everything.
This. Is the end.
credits
from Vice/Versa,
released October 11, 2013
James Brawner
Alan McMichen
Eli Hurst
Charlie Taboada
Dennis Sumlin
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