We live in the abyss of horrid night
Where everything turns into sin and lust,
And there I can't see even glimpse of light
I see only violent and scary fight
I see only blood and some ancient dust
What can people do, if they lost a creed?
What can people want, if they miss a hope?
I view only harvest of awful greed
I feel only darkness of boundless scope
Whatever we do leads to death and mess
Whenever we live we destruct and kill
There's evil that men hardly can express
And power that breaks even mighty will
We think we are angels of wondrous light,
But I see a blade of a soaring sword
And far in the sky there's a dire sight
That means a forthcoming of grim insight
That means world is playing it's final chord
Absolute desperation
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