Remains of the Wilderness

he blew deep breaths into the nostrils of the earth hoping that it would raise his intelligence to level of gothnicity he cahsed them across their fields of great yields they ran with their hopes encrusted on their hopes wings grew on their shoulders helping them flee death but their debt in the account of deathd was nurturing their misery and the thirst of blood in the heart of the god kept swelling the gates of hell ajar and elongated the fingers of the oracle he tells her 'hush baby' your turn to judgement will set you free but she feared not for her soul was smeared with innocent blood and crusted with transgretions of her travels in the valley of human residence the both of them loathed satan for he was freed of judgement and the blood of J.C. They had killed and murded him in the eyes of nations leisurely grazed on his whines and gnaws of pain but still they smiled at his cry for home we run and hide from these beasts but at the end of the road its them who will run from us for hate swells our ego and strengthen our revenge repent before they catch you and make you pay...