Our Personal Apocalypse

Once beautiful blue Sky's are now crimson

The color of freshly spilled blood.

White clouds once brought beauty and peace,

Now black as the eyes of the Devil.

The streets are filled with cold,dead,rotting humans

Minions of hell decimating the all in there path.

Washing away everything, like a dark flood.

They trail gore and unspeakable things.

Hellish creatures taking pity on no one....

Churches are burning....

Women are frantic....

Children are crying for mercy...

Men are dying....

Plagues,famine,death,darkness...

Is this what will come in the end?

Will I see the four horse men at my door?

Is the Grim Reaper going to take the lives of us all?

Is this the humans fate?

We only put this on ourselves.....

We killed,destroyed,deceive,betrayed...

Humans are like a virus....

We migrate...

Multiply....

and destroy.

We are no better then the hellish mongrels at our doorstep.

Can no one save us from our fate?

This is our apocalypse...

See you in the 9 levels of Hell