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~The End of the World~

Smoke and ash billowing up from the fire
Mangled bodys sprawled in the streets
Death has come to the siners, the killers, and the liars
Leaving none alive; total defeat
Mumbled curses rise from the icy black depths of hell
The doors are locked, the dead cannot speak
The smell of decay lingers where the souls of the damned dwell
While soot covered flesh goes rotten
None of this will ever be forgotten

Those who climb the staircase to heaven
Shall, undoubtedly, find the gates locked
They will wander in search of purpose
And, repeatedly, find themselves lost

A hellish, burning, crimson glow
Cackling laughter carried in on the breeze
Louder cursing, from his mouth flows
Shouting insain words, from an ancient language, with ease
The birds, instead of singing, are screaching
As he surveys the bloody site, he is pleased
Feindish souls, trapped between worlds, have their arms out-reaching
He claims his new-found army as his own
And orders them to defend his stolen home

So he closes his burning eyes at the end of another day
And listens to the lovely, maniacle sound of evil laughter
Dreaming of how he will conquer another world tomarrow
And the next day... and the next day... and the day after...