Impaled Existence - Malevolent Creation

Passing of black, looms over the entity

Ill omen surrounding all positive thought

The words of pain trickling off his tongue

To hear him say this world is done

Condemnation for the doomsayer

The raking of hell’s garden cultivates no prayer

He laughs at the unholy blessing of terror

Fermented in your mind

Craving an end to existence

Fleeing life’s pleas of surviving

The winds taste of death

Set souls free

Clouds impregnated, with the lust of despair

Demons congregate, on the eve of strike

Heaven is dormant, deaf to all cries

Desperate fools will never find Christ

Hateful spite lunges from the throat

Spat upon helpless beings of peace

Looming in the corridors that lie between time

This world’s broken neck grasped in his hands

Dark secrets unlocked by a verbal key

Promises once mocked are fulfilled fatalities precede

Screams distorted with blood

Reverberate through vacated lives

Punished for ignorance

Extinction is your sentence