Our Last Confession

At first I believed that I was invincible. Then I realized I had to make a decision. To either be a black widow amongst thieves or a tiring sheep amongst wolves. This space is a lonely Ghost if given the chance, we'll watch it spin out of control. Constructing our lives, into the hands of many, faces along regret, the fields are drenched in blood and we watch them burn. So stay awake, what a night we have ahead for us. Something that should of died so long ago is blocking the path to the light. Now on this horizon these shadows cast far along the sea, where people can see thousands of skeletons on their knees, hands shaped like triangles, they pray as it became too late for them. They pray and we cry, now the flames have reached taller than the lights. All I wanted was for the Heavens to open wide, so subtle to this disaster. I'm being pulled towards the sky I glance back looking down on this land that I once walked. And what I see isn't so subtle anymore "Every one is burning in the lake of fire." Tears rain down from the Heavens and nothing was ever the same.

Prophets Of Prophecies

Ignite the underground. Since the beginning of time I watched as my temples crumble to the ground. So few of us left almost not enough to survive, still we push on and its the fight that keeps me alive. Passion in my heart, flames running through my veins, ignited by hate, love is the change. Thousands of us were shocked at the experience of this wave. I thought it was the night that scared me the most, but it only seem so calm when the wind stopped blowing. Can you hear your favorite sirens in the middle of the night? When it all comes back to life like a nightmare breathing in your air. Every pulse beating on this one single breath of oxygen. And a thousand voices with two thousand hands in the air and we are all holding torches marching too our graves. It was a landfill raised for destruction. Bodies littered with fallen leaves. As the rain fell harder, angels fell from the sky. Our eyes couldn't believe the sight. But we carry this torch now, we carry this fire made to burn this evil empire to the ground. Marched to our graves where we marched to the devils gate. Beheaded the slavery of hate that bound our souls down, cut these chains, free will is it? Free will we have at last. Our lives have changed, that was when you were born. Now our hearts beat harder than ever before and its the flame that holds the greatest power. Its the flame that picks you up from the floor. You wont remember this I'm sure... But it will forever live vividly in your dreams, you must open the door.

A Watery Grave

Every corner of this world is linked with your dreams. A solar eclipse filled with blood, as the sun rises, is this what you use to be? Tragic as this may seem you left it all behind and now we're leaving you to die. Now your feet have become numb because it cant withstand the weight, as your trouble heart aches, you are dead to what you create. Final words left to fill your grave... "I watched you die now your back with a second life, let the anchor go and lets see if your ship can sink or sail." Only time will tell. Only time sells. If there is no wind the ocean found a place for you to end. Like an empty heart with blood only flowing. Your a sailor lost at sea, you left God and now you're leaving me. Some believe they own the world, we seem to forget we are only guests to what we have.

Most Of Us Were Born Dead, Not Born To Die

We are just wings in the shadows of your hands, rising up to grasp the clouds and shine light with glory on all of the beautiful creatures of living things. These are the monuments we build for you, towers reaching as high as the Heavens. Don't escape, don't fall faster than the rain. This is the end, the end of your hallowing moon. The difference between day and night, is that during the day we know when the enemy is attacking. But at night is when the tide rises higher than the clouds. I use to think these nightmares were only dreams, but the dreams are real. The Devil haunts you in your sleep, as demons follow the similar path as mine. The only thing keeping me alive is that the devil doesn't know my future. Forged in flames, buried beneath the light, six feet underground. When I die I'll be a million miles away from death. And only an arms reach away from life. Confused? You should be. Don't confuse clouds with smoke. Wherever you go, nothing will ever exist as more real as this. I pray to watch you live.

A Dying Man, A Crying Women, A Burning Civilization

This blood you spill will bury you in the ground. Harvested for all eyes to see, the ones that come from darkness will be buried in the sea. Savages of saviors, markers and gravediggers are building an army for the dead. Preparation for the coming days; angels and reapers in white robes. When the light blinds the earth I'll see the blackness in your eyes, you're already dead to me. Cowards whose scarce will litter the world with infection, a building built with disease, tumbling your conquest down, you fail on your knees. This war will not be the death of me, when I die the battle has only just begun. Lead the way as followers, for the leaders. Create a path for the weak, build a fortress for the sick. Harmful against others this is the gift of the will to survive. The course of our lives laid out for the masses. I've dreamt of this for far too long, my past life was Hell and now I'm saved.

A leader for the dead. I watched you burn as you prayed. You were late for the occasion, you learned and developed nothing while you were alive. You wasted it all, just so you can watch yourself die. Farewell to all of the goodbye-souls. You trapped yourself naked, neck deep treading water just to stay on your feet. Sharks circling your path, waiting for you to give up and drown. Wolves circling your shadows until you fall from the tree to the ground. All around you have predators lurking your every move, at this point you're lucky to be alive. But when you die, peace is not what you will find. For your sake, Hell is only a minute away and Heaven is only but a mile. A million angels cry for you while I unfortunately smile at you. I tried to say I told you so.

A Burning House Filled With Medics

This is a walking nightmare. When night falls our bones will all lie in the graves. This is what I've been waiting for. Our souls soaked in soil. Send out all search parties because we forgot how to love and how to die with fire. It's much easier than this and I don't ask for much. If the oceans flood our lands, I pray I drown in the light. These depths dig deeper, deeper into our hearts and our veins contract to the surface where none is left alive. But we all have a fighting chance, have you forgotten how to pick up your sword? There's an army of angels at your door, why can't you see the light? How congested our minds can be to think that love and happiness has been here all along. No more of this! I have wasted my time thinking all the possible ways to free my mind when the will to fight has already been bought. Yes, I have been saved but it took my will to be free. And I'm coming out tonight with The Ghost. If I can't save every one, I'll save just one. My shadow cast shadows and there's an army of angels that follow right behind me. My will be to ashes. For dust to dust, is the way I came and the way I will go.

Beauty Lies In The Eyes Of The Beholder

There is always light above the clouds. As smoke rises I float along with the wind. Drifting to a new place, existence never felt so safe. All along we captured ourselves in hope for a new beginning. Thoughts ran out. Blood... Thank God for blood. I never felt something so powerful then The Savior running through my veins. Angels don't get this high, so be glad your alive. When I thought it was over it had only just begun. The landing was rough but so was the air. It cleansed my lungs and free oxygen brought me back to life. Then a silhouette of angels landed with me. With light on their backs and their hands on my shoulders. Gravity strapped me down right away and I knew that the Heavens were real. I just never knew that something so beautiful as this, felt so magnificent to these eyes. This planet we walk on is so beautiful, the waters are so clean, the air is so refreshing. We wasted it all. We wasted everything we've had and taken it all for granted. Selfish is the kiss on our lips. But now more than ever I Thank God I had a moment of existence. A stigmatic chance of once feeling dead, only to be alive for just a little while longer.