Messiah called his name in silence
whoosh of the leaves that shook
immortality in pieces, as to the pestilence
devouring the heart in every book
"Trust no more!" voices of the wilderness
vengeance is but the dead stars
flung in a half-forlorn hope in the west
for here is the Chaos, an outbreak of wars
people killing,people dying
share a heartstring for this momentum
"Pain!" a cry from afar in a ring
"Sorrow!" a shriek from a room
"Death!" a shout from the side
What a surrender to be on this pride
The Messiah stoop, almost a knelt
He felt. He dwelt. He knelt. I am
with the dominion of the void
I am still in the Messiah's man
Frankly, I wish I were dead
When I left, I almost wept
with the chariot of the Argonaut
there is no more comfort
this is the apocalypse
Doomsday is still Paradise
in this overwhelming emotion in deeps
of the stolid faces of every price
Have you seen Thanatos
in his creepy dungeon to battle
against the Messiah in tempest-tost
countenance for He left His mettle
I can not feel any longer
that shade of emotion in voices
still a ghastly ghost of a father
of Hamlet. I can not see roses
Hear the ear-shattering murmurs
As they encompass the land and seas
Wearing the grin of Thanatos in his moors
A desolate island as it would cease
Is there still a place not to be scared?
Are you brave enough to be prepared?
