Visions
I see death every scar of dying world
Dark God people same as zombies
pray on the front His throne
I see blood the angels with the tears on their faces
Graves of the Innocents and their scream
Deep burning pain
I see the impaled and their butchers
Their joy of giving them torture
I close my eyes and still feel the breath
Of Beast
I pray for Almighty
Forget Lord of their mistakes
Let them see whole the truth and nothing more
I see atrocity fear and revenge of nature
I will be here till sun appears on the sky
Till all turn into ash
Till your spirit may breed some pieces
Of hope
Of possibility exist in this place
Just more for few days
(Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse)
