Death is not the end.

well it isn't!!

Death stroke on midnight winds,

Carrying lost souls across desert sands.

Where are they going?

Where will they be?

Crossed into mindless choosing of great kings,

Who amaze and imitate powerless gods from slick streets of towering angels.

Will you follow through with your plans?

To be here on time, 

Dressed in your best?

While we travel to the end of this little test of will,

That gods have asked us to preform in their hours they needed to be entertained,

By our meaningless lives.

We shall dance with loved ones in rooms filled with music,

To bind hearts together,

So we can feed this life with each other,

So that insanity does not catch us,

And drag us down with our dying fathers,

To the endless world of suffering and death.

But this is not the end of our great and majestic journey,

To find ourselves.