Chapter 3 - The Begining of Things to Come
Submitted August 30, 2006 Updated September 23, 2006 Status Incomplete | Chapter Black is the book in which I store all of my work. Whether it be poems, stories or anything. One could think of it as my own personal bible. I hope to gain followers for those who understand my message.
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Chapter 3 - The Begining of Things to Come
Chapter 3 - The Begining of Things to Come
The Beginning Of Things To Come
Stare at the chaos, look at in the sky,
can you see that, see how the clouds cry?
Can you feel their sorrow, their, pain, reach for a drop feel their sorrow
Infernos blaze, and the chaos rage
Nothing dares to cross....
Crimson rain of the chaos, soaking,
on the ground it pours, flooding, chanting
Flowing every which way it can, destruction is its name
Not even the darkest ground is spared...
Viscously its roots splay across the soaked ground
Its see a blackened hollow one, thirsting
See those blood red flowers,
Apocalyptic in nature, forcing death and grievance throughout
Merciless is their infliction...
They creep open to reveal their etheral beauty
A void seeps through the desolate sky
From above spawned by their choosing, by their creation
Massacre, thrash, torn, millions lay slain
Slashing through every mortal they spot, a new era begins
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, as these creatures bid their time
Painting the new world with glistening blood
Only nightmares and horror will comfort
Insanity has breached your mind...
This futile society, it has no cause, these inferior being have made their grave
Given up life your time is up and a new king is crowned
Hate was your nature and you alone have fueled the end
Sleep, rest in the polluted soil, for your time has come
As your eyes begin to drift and your soul mocking before it leaves the shell
A new eden, a tree stands before the world producing its fruit
This world takes a turn backwards in time, starting over these creatures strive
The beginning of things to come as they give way to the deragned and clean the slate
And so you pass on the torch, your race has perished
Forever more you question why...?
Life is given to the chaos, from underground your corspe just stares
Feed the roses, feed the vines, feed them with care,
next time maybe your race will be spared
Listen hard and listen well for this was the story the story of the end I tell...
Stare at the chaos, look at in the sky,
can you see that, see how the clouds cry?
Can you feel their sorrow, their, pain, reach for a drop feel their sorrow
Infernos blaze, and the chaos rage
Nothing dares to cross....
Crimson rain of the chaos, soaking,
on the ground it pours, flooding, chanting
Flowing every which way it can, destruction is its name
Not even the darkest ground is spared...
Viscously its roots splay across the soaked ground
Its see a blackened hollow one, thirsting
See those blood red flowers,
Apocalyptic in nature, forcing death and grievance throughout
Merciless is their infliction...
They creep open to reveal their etheral beauty
A void seeps through the desolate sky
From above spawned by their choosing, by their creation
Massacre, thrash, torn, millions lay slain
Slashing through every mortal they spot, a new era begins
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, as these creatures bid their time
Painting the new world with glistening blood
Only nightmares and horror will comfort
Insanity has breached your mind...
This futile society, it has no cause, these inferior being have made their grave
Given up life your time is up and a new king is crowned
Hate was your nature and you alone have fueled the end
Sleep, rest in the polluted soil, for your time has come
As your eyes begin to drift and your soul mocking before it leaves the shell
A new eden, a tree stands before the world producing its fruit
This world takes a turn backwards in time, starting over these creatures strive
The beginning of things to come as they give way to the deragned and clean the slate
And so you pass on the torch, your race has perished
Forever more you question why...?
Life is given to the chaos, from underground your corspe just stares
Feed the roses, feed the vines, feed them with care,
next time maybe your race will be spared
Listen hard and listen well for this was the story the story of the end I tell...
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Kokolo on August 30, 2006, 1:55:38 PM
Kokolo on
O.o uh... wait up! -runs off-ZeGreatDragula on August 30, 2006, 1:53:44 PM
This one still scares the willies out of me! HOPE YOU ENJOY IT! - runs off -