Primitive Graven Image Of What We Have Become
Choking everything within its sight
Death to all
Death to one
The demise of all that you once knew
Is upon you.
Through fault of your own,
Your dearest brethren,
Your ancestors through out all years.
Death to men.
Black will choke
Coldness will grip your very soul.
Drowned in the waters of humanity,
Your body washed up on the shores of men,
The Beasts of the air,
Once looked down upon,
Shall feast on your blood,
Shall strip your skin,
Shall leave you ravaged.
A reaking corpse you will become,
We have all become.
Blackened and burned.
I await the new beginning.
Our former selves an echoe,
Of what we have become.
OF WHAT WE HAVE BECOME.
