I look to the sky and wonder why.
I look at the ground only to frown.
The spigots of carnage splatter the walls, in the now deserted halls.
Blood mixing with greasy hair causing much stare.
Frighten faces gather inward,
gazing blankly at the heavens,
mumbling words of prayer.
HELP CAN ONLY BE RISEN THROUGH A VIRGIN!
Sacrifice the young to retrieve from the grave,
bones of a man willing to save.
Saving the world from which that opposed,
back in the grave the bones chose to go.
The world keeps on turning,
with a population, now unable to reproduce,
only to live to get older and die, leaving
no one left alive.
The world keeps on turning without a care.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Myself! I would want to know what I look like from a different point of view.
