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.
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