During the End
blood in my eyes
words of the lost men gather into my recollection
mighty cold
broken minds, in tune with their broken hearts
lost connection, fruitless mornings
mighty cold
"mister...hey mister you've got to wake up"
A beautiful women stood over me as i awoke
She tells me it's the end of the world...tells me it's Armageddon
Circles of confused fires moved throughout the streets in swift moments
The moments were in Black and White...in flashes
winds were stripping the flesh from the people...were they evil?
I saw God's Son, I couldn't tell if he saw me
The woman stayed with me
In that moment we both knew the world had been washed
The Days were gone...no longer needed to be counted
We both knew this was it...
This Was Eden's birth, new-born once again
...so what's your name?
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