I spend my last day on earth enjoying the last bit of beauty it has to offer. Sitting in the sunlight as the final nails are hammered into my coffin. I accept my fate of damnation. I await it with anticipation. The crows perch on the trees above, as if they could preconceive the spilling of my blood. When I look into their faces. I see the empty spaces. The crows tore out their eyes. Torn out before they could die. My father had prepared a place for me. Nailed to the wood of a rotting tree. Placed upon my head. A crown of thorns. All hail the king of the dead. The fury of god strikes down upon the earth. Marking the beginning of the planet's rebirth.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
