we blind our eyes.
Fool oursleves to oblivion;
try as we might
we still belong to others,
to others struck by grief,
to others saddened by anger,
to others, all our life.
An opening couldn't take us
but the close shall.
As goblins dance in our midst
filled with hope and despair, we
give upon life, as we
are doomed.
Doomed, till
another day, in another world
we have a saviour, a harbinger, who
stems our belief, our once proud lives.
who delves into us, not realising the depth,
but rise he shall.
A messiah, a messiah of war, not peace.
a messiah of propaganda, of self centred belief.
Its time. Prepare yourselves. It has arrived.
TO DOOM WE FORTH !
