Oblivion is so much further, the end draws ever nearer. With every soul that surrenders to shadow, the darkness takes over the souls become hallow. Decay's sweet stench now clings, darkness is what evil brings. I do not go gentle into the good night, its not easy taking me, I wont go without a fight. In death there is no where to hide, no where to run, its an invisable life with darkness and it has begun. God is dead and no one cares, drowning in his own hypocrisy. And if there is a Hell ill see you there, burning with you and God in humility. Death is but a passage through the shroud, the light you seek becomes a blurr, a darkened cloud. Thousands of things undone, millions of roads untravelled, The secrets of this darkened death become unravelled. Transcendence of any sort requires passage through the void, To the heart of oblivion, the darkened soul cannot avoid. The past must be abandoned, the future must unfold, Your doomed to the Shadowlands, the darker stories will now be told. Those that do not grow, that cannot overcome pain, will be swallowed whole by the darkness in vain. I hope you listened, heeded and will follow, I know its hard but even in death there is sorrow.
Written By:: Lora Havic ~ The Demon Child gone Rogue ~
