Five: the Great Destroyer
The thousand arms of Lucy
come beating on my door
at that very second my instincts
set on soul survival
first I run and dodge them
then I fight the losing fight
until I am surrounded by
a never ending night
every direction wicked
I don't know which is best
is the fight still worth fighting
when we have such little left?
A needle in the darkness
is suddenly stabbing me
everything is a warning
caught in hypersensitivity
everything destroys me
hurts me to the bone
but I continue forward
until I am far from home
Lucifer and his army
of degenerated brains
existing in a real world
like pawns in his warped game
the world is all here,
with the veil cast upon us
you must now ask your God,
why would he want us?
Why would he need us?
when he holds so much power
acting brave until the chains
pull with such force downward
now we are enslaved
to the void that forms before us
little being known that we are
in motion to be the great destroyer
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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