• people and there perfect little world.
    thats when you take action aginst god and the world itself.
    when your left defenceless you take what you can,
    and show the world what your made of.
    when you take action your colors will shine brighter than the gods.
    now all thats left are the pessants still fighting for a worthless cause, aginst nothing.
    all thats around are dead bodies in bloody trenches.
    gasping for air you take your last breath of humanity
    and slip into an eternal slumber of hell that you knew as the worl you lived in.
    fighting for a cause and a reson is impossible you kill for nothing to gain nothing
    you look at yourself and you start to blame god for what has happend to you.
    all that remains in your life is a bloody past and a nothing of a future.
    lingering in the darkness is the demons of your life wanting to take over.
    remaning in slummber is your hope but all hope is gone.
    nothing to cling to. and out of nowere you live,open your eyes,see it for what it is, and laugh
    you see the world for its uglyness and laugh at what you started,
    you see what you have started and blame yourself.
    because this is your world
    you are god.
    these are your minions.
    this is not earth nor heaven its hell.
    this is my salvation.
    and your my slave....