The End

You know it’s bad when a drug dealer can’t even sell the shit. An epidemic in this world, one where people become waste, a product of the disease, decomposed by the toxins which in turn were once pure; them too now erased by the plague surrounding humanity, to find a solution for a cure may be to wipe out mankind.

To eradicate the destruction caused by ones own hate. For this is the end. Can you not see it, can you not see your surroundings, where only the beauty remains where those who find power and wealth to be above all, their way, and the decaying earth you stand in gradually has been left to rot.

Can you not see what man has taken away from God, the creation given to us all, taken away by greed, ruled by Satan’s Advocates, no longer among the heavens in the sky but burning, consumed by the flames of Hell below.

This is what we became, what man allowed to be blind too, what would go in the next chapter of the Book; if one were ever to be written. With a story of life and of good and of evil, and of an existence that could not be pure, tempted by the desires that have plagued mankind since the beginning, as a tear rolls down our Father’s cheek.

Slowly, we have let the corruption in to where there’s no where left, only the ashes of an unappreciated gift, one meant to be shared, to be flourished with love and peace, to be equally divided, not to be overindulged by one. The Devil himself.

Losing the battle, broken Warriors only remain, is there just one left with faith enough to come back strong, to draw back the enemy, to spread the word of goodness and salvation, to be grateful, to survive, to be the writer of the next chapter; if there were to be one.

Will this be the last of existence, we lose, Satan was real and his seed has been spread, annihilating everything and everyone, soon destroying his Brother.

Nothing, darkness...and that’s the end, nothing left.