Worlds Fate

a bit disjointed, a skewed view of humanity and where it is heading

The Book of crimson bound in flesh

Gently held in child-like Hands

Purple Eyes dancing in the morning light

Laughing as all others fall into the Stillness of death

 

As the Axe falls before your eyes

Look for the Mirror of your soul

Be consumed by the raging Fire

Survival shall only be granted by the Dammed

 

Condemned by the kindness shown

Fear of the Known will over shadow all

This abandoned Infant will strive

And will drink of the forbidden Nectar

 

This child so Pure yet unborn

Demanding and Yearning to be free

Holds both death or Life in the future

And shall distribute Them as seen fit

 

The creation of a world

As simple as a child’s dream

As complex as lingering love

Destroyed with but a whim