devastating plague devours thousands of lives. Families lie dead in the streets. Lost spirits haunt the city on a mission for eternal rest. What did the legacy of man do to be dealt this disastrous cycle? And when will the gods cast away this hell spawn contagion? I watch as the sky screams in agony and fire pours from the sun. Bodies melting as if they were wax sculptures. Bodies melting as if they were wax sculptures. The voice in my head gives me a feeling of accountability. Water fills the city as the earth swallows itself. The deafening screams of lost souls drown my emotions. The emptiest sky, flooded with darkness, a sea of bodies. What will become of this deserted planet after all is said and done. In man's last moments of existence all i can wish for is to turn back time. To turn back time. Why couldn't we realize this is all our fault and why was every outspoken voice sentenced to death. GO! The ground that you walk on and the system that so generously grants us life could also be your worst enemy. Your worst enemy!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
