Dunno, still working on a title.
Silence, grueling, booming quiet
I hear nothing over all the noise
Peace is breaking out, in a horrid, violent riot.
All the knights and priests have lost their poise.
Shattering, it's shaking
Reality is breaking,
The kings have gone and lost their minds.
The world is ours for the taking.
The tools, the puppets, all the small little sheep
Have not tended what they have sown.
And now relish in the chaos that we reap,
Ripping apart the world we are shown.
Weasels, wolves, hear them call
Watch the shepherds as they fall,
Mourn not the crazed and lost,
For darkness and death becomes us all.
Home 
