Melancholy chorus

Within the dreadful years that slowly nears only an onslaught will plot its end. Fear of the one above who has forsaken all mankind without mistaken as vengeance has been but our hour too be awakened

Oh so curious of furious rage although no misery too describe but only of Hell as Heavens scribe within it's mage is fully written for those who dwell. As Angels have written the harmony of chords humanity slowly edges towards an ever ending forever descending ending.

As finding eternal solitude that has lost it self is but unfound by each step that leapt upon sound ground what path we have kept in solaced strides forever searching the depths as well Heavens unbound steps for he who guides.

With the darkness that seeks the light every night led of said delight that only the nocturnal minds finds their fair invites. When men are among the light and shed an unseen purpose those chose too be led forever ignorant but never fully seen of what they see.

As the darkness is but the light at its end. The end is the flawless journey that humanity has embarked upon. The beginning is lost in contemplation of what too become.