Death’s habitual;
Lies surround Us.
Cycle never ends.
Aren’t You sick of it?!
It’s a ritual
Of some sort…..
Bloodiest sort…..
With it You are
Stuck it seems
For forever,
Wrapped in terror
If You are
Afraid to act.
We shan’t bear more -
We’ll endeavour
To Break down this fence!
We’re damn sick
Of these atrocities!
Can’t You Hear that
Stars call for Us?
They call for Us!
We will seek
The Way to Embrace
Eternity.
Stars – They Call fo Us,
Despite all lies an death.
Our Souls – will be Free:
In that We have Faith!
But Storm’s Thunder
Blocks the Sky above
Throwing bolts at
Us - Causing great pain.
Nothing will it gain:
Cosmic Hunger
We will appease
Per Aspera.
Road – that’s mine-strewn –
Stands before Us.
Seems it’s infinite.
But it must be
Passed. We stay True
To Our Souls.
Story only goes
Forward – till the
End of War
Our Foes declared.
Feel no Despair –
Make it through We Will!
But to end this War
There must be War
In Response –
Call it Our Curse.
What is left
Of Peace – is a fraud
Till ourselves We
Get rid of stains,
Make it Whole again!
Then at last
We’ll Rise - We’ve known enough
Calamity.
Cosmic Hunger raves Within…..
Cosmic Hunger Overfills Us…..
Our Lives – They’re filled with Errors –
Our Souls – They crave for Cosmos.
And Though We might get Killed –
Matters just What We have Felt.
We will never fail, ‘cause Our Followers –
They’ll Prevail.
Hail to Universe!
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