The Skies Are Blackened....Not by Clouds But Insects
Nails seem to rain from the sky
A curse upon the common man
To be chosen to disrupt this harmony
An honor only to the spiteful
the heartless, and the hate driven
A glimpse into the future
Standing on the edge of the world that has now fallen to an abrupt disorganization
Breathe in the blackened sky
Feel as the insects fill your lungs
Their reproduction
Nails seem to rain from the sky
A curse upon the common man
To be chosen to disrupt this harmony
An honor only to the spiteful
To be chosen to reign, but reign I will
Autor(es): Shaun Gier
