Mould in a Breed

Kataklysm

Beneath the dark earth
Under the black seas
Underworld reign in ground below!
In a promised realm lies a race?
Gargoyle beings roam within
The fertile valley of
Existence

Their colonizing approach assault the sources
The valley torn by the masterful beasts!
The wilderness life potential
Retrieved from their vitality

For eons
The force had been drained
Misused selfishness of the center's resources!
Mightiest thoughts?
Wish an ultimate control

They developed this new energy
That occurs to be a malformation
Among them spreads
The winged gargoyles

I know power
One of them said!
I vistas
He speaks for it's kind
The un-awaken part of the race
Followed the winged ones
Downward their disastered fear

The valley has been marked with death
In its existence
The foul stench of steel, rusted the nature's life
Rhe domain's virtues loosing
Their colours, fading from fear
Their fungus sets in the valley of purity
By bruising the clouds above
Deep below the world!
Under earth!

A hopeless mass obscured by thousands shadows
Crushed by the ruling winged masters
They
Who simultaneously banish themselves!
To raze their everlasting underworld

The essence of the existence
Wasted to immortal destruction
The exploitation of the infinite well of resources
Dying, but closing itself upon the gargoyles
Over earth world!
The claim of the valley
The claim? Life
Death!
Death!
Death!
Dead

You'll stay like a being
You'll suffer among yourselves
With your new replenished energy!
Reversed effect on my soul
Your bright plunged world of doom!
Doom!
Gargoyles falling winged ones, flying for the clouds
Above
Below, smash retreat deep in their well of ills
Gargoyles lying small ones, dying on the ground
Below
Rise, above the clouds, the valley feels