Crossing barriers of space and time
Traveling through the universe on pure light
Creatures that fracture your mind to blind the truth
Of our existance and our plans for humanity
We cannot die by any weapon or machine
Our bodies can continue without a heart to survive on
A missing head is nothing to worry about for us
Life continues further no matter what consequence we accept.
Abnormal in the mind and disfigured in the vessel
We are the storm that makes up a hurricane
Survivors of destruction, agony and extinction
Never holding a life of our own
Devouring the future and releasing the past
Time stops when our hunger grows in size
Crying out for the day of eternal darkness
Giving us the moment to eliminate all evil forces.
Our silence when we strike is unpredictable
We shall never kill but feast upon the soul
A virus that infects anything that makes noise
Nightmares that rule over the people that made them
There is no way to stop the destiny of the universe.
Bad things happen to the good.
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It isn't too often I write a poem that really gets to me every line I write on it. But if you don't know him, if you don't care, or you just don't have the same feelings as I do for it, I am a huge WWE fan, and with Chris Benoit passing... that's all I need to say.
