The Awakening
In the dark tomb,
There is but one sound,
Duhduh, buhduh,
Of a heartbeat
Then the blood begins to flow,
His breath quickens,
He's hyperventilating,
Cold sweat beads his forehead,
Memories flood back as his eyes burst open,
A betrayal by a close friend,
The glint of armour in the moonlight,
Without a friend's hand to hold,
Captured and killed
His fists open and close,
Open and close,
And his fingers run along the palm,
Run over the hole,
The Man cannot see anything in the dark,
But on the ceiling of the cave he sees a story play out,
A War, a War and a Third War,
A man's hands stained with the blood of sixty million,
The cross being burned, smoke billowing up in the night sky and blocking the heavens,
A microchip implantation,
An antimatter bomb lights up the night sky,
The Man cannot hear anything,
But in the cave the echoes of screams,
Tears, prayers, chanting,
Footsteps marching through the streets of France,
Gunshots bursting and the world ripped apart by one atomic bomb,
The air screaming as a fighter cuts through,
The maniacal laugh of one mad Antichrist,
He feels only the hurricane on His face,
And the rumble of the earthquake,
He smells the smoke,
He tastes poison in the air,
The prologue is done,
And only now starts the story,
The Greatest Story Ever Told...
