Your Time

I see your wretched smile and hear your cursed laughter

You have no place here

This is my apocalypse

Your time will come

When flesh devours flesh

And none shall be left

All will be gone

And the days will be darkened by blood

The blood of the fallen and the blood of your children

I will watch you suffer as you witness their cries

Spill the life out of your throat and I will find my peace

You are a plague that which the world suffers

I am the cure, the anger, the last few of my kind

We would watch you fall

Even if we fall right after

So, please just die

22 April 2011