Apocalypse's Way
Here come the omen
Things for those mischief
Then. . .
The wind approached them with his coax
Indeed love was his arms
But those imp mistreat his word of care
Now. . .
There they are in the land torrid
Where they've learned to begged
They've shouted "Let us Die"
But no ear listened
Alas! They've learned to cry
Regrets, If only they've heeded the counsel of the wind
Be punished not with eternal pain
They've asked for mercy again and again
But Apocalypse's way... stayed the same...
10-18-2000 @ 6:30 pm
By: Mysterious Aries
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