The worlds in pain; crying in distress

Everything hurts, it hurts

Mind quivered in terror,

Heart filled with emptiness,

The soul devoured by insanity,

Cold-blooded body shrouded in torment,

The voices of the sea, sung in silent;

Daylight, blinded by plague and pestilence,

The sirens screamed in agony,

Encaged in a firewall, that no one’s take flight,

Unbreakable chained that binds eternity,

But halt, rebels along with the light;

Illuminated by the pinions of Icarus,

Engulfed in battles and wars,

The bringer of death, rejoiced in happiness;

The heaven’s dreaded in calamity;

Dispatching fallen angels alongside the roaring lightning,

The birds flocked together, murmuring in the wind;

The image of utopia, painted in chaos;

Shivering in icy-cold; unheard voices howling in trepidation,

Help! Help! Help! Echoing in a sea of blood;

The mountains cried out, the earth’s stained in impurity;

And suddenly a man whispered,

Blood is the glory, land is the freedom, and GOD is the king;

Everyone follows, a ferocious warrior appeared,

Riding in a blue Pegasus; leading out of demise,

A glimpse of hope
arises; the Promised Land
transpired,
 The spurious nirvana’s trampled, the fake kings hastened,

Hunted by the hungry wolves; angered and hatred loosened,

And the hero spoked; loathing and abhorrence will repeats itself,