Fever filled skies of fallen,
Thick blood red fog,
The fallen line the crumpled streets,
Buildings collapsed inward,
Cars nearly turned into twisted metal.
The blast destroy eveything in a 5000 thousnad mile radius,
Killing off every living organism,
Singing the decrepit land,
Running it black with decay and rot,
Bringing about the darkness,
Devouring the light.
Sickness plagues the hills with eyes,
Staring into the poisoned skies of yester mourn,
Awaiting the cataclysm,
That's predicted to occur,
The downfall of man.
The doctor collects the bodies,
Trying to breathe life into them,
Mutilating the suffering spirits,
Drawing them into the death realm,
There souls get transported to heaven or hell.
The fallen arise from their mounds,
Bleeding vile black liquids,
Stinking up the decayed land with their putrid bodies,
Seeking out the darkness that will absorb them,
Transform their shambling limbs,
And be reborn as beasts.
Blood runs so sweet,
As the creatures rip bodies apart,
Feeding the ancients below the city,
Awakening them from their eternal slumber,
Reviving the world of the past,
And turning the land into a prison of the dead.
Soon the world will be shadowed in darkness,
And all life will be consumed,
Humanity will be a thing of the past,
Unholy creatures will dominate it's domain,
On chains of strung flesh,
Binding the two worlds together as one.
The smell will spread,
And the earth wil die,
Bodies will evolve,
And the darknes will reveal it's destiny,
Before the evil that remains,
In this twisted world of my mind.
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