The End of Days
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs.
Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls.
Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood.
My hands. The once prominent wrinkles are gone, replaced with smooth skin, unmarred by age. I'm new again, brand new. And suddenly my body starts to shrink. I'm following in the footsteps of my children, wandering into a world I have already lived. Birth, they call it. But it's death. They erase memories here. They remove you from people's lives. You're just a glint, they whisper, as they tuck you in at night. Soon, you won't be here. Birth. But no, it's death. I should remember everything about this place, this place of evil. But I can't remember.
Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls.
Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood.
My hands. The once prominent wrinkles are gone, replaced with smooth skin, unmarred by age. I'm new again, brand new. And suddenly my body starts to shrink. I'm following in the footsteps of my children, wandering into a world I have already lived. Birth, they call it. But it's death. They erase memories here. They remove you from people's lives. You're just a glint, they whisper, as they tuck you in at night. Soon, you won't be here. Birth. But no, it's death. I should remember everything about this place, this place of evil. But I can't remember.