Marching Dawn

As the deaths of a weary mankind have become clearly divine. By a purgatorial am that has caused its last Post meridiem as being reprimanded was far past selection but became flawless in the name of perfection.

Death came for all who left through the fall of man from their rise slowly became eternal cries that the eternally despised each call. From the realm of wretched torments echoing within the depths of the soul less dames breaking free from their chambers and chains through the embarking dark barking towards those who remains.

within the cities where peace once reigned now the sleeping beast is creeping in vain as no plot has since forgotten its time vengeance and mercy both renew its crime. It's selection through the new social perfection never has power been so absolute through reflection.

As the streets are by far littered by an illiterate social society by who too convict but the few hand picked who stand before the strict. Time is the thoughtful sentiment as the sleeping beast lays by the ways as it's days stays dormant until the will of absolution awakes too the new solution.