Shane- Age: 20

April 28, 2009

Society Abandoned

Alone, forlorn, society abandoned forevermore.

The storm of ages curtains in darkness; swiftly,

but the mantra has forewarned Valhalla's true scorn.

Come quickly into the assault of the erroneous;

so surreal, yet pragmatic. Come swiftly into the inverted cross,

lost into the depths of the true God. We are but brains in vats,

and clouded Judgment sent us here. One for all ages, a demented path.

The pungent smell of swollen, secreting wood burns holes in the flesh,

as it brands newborns fresh from the womb to reprove them for lasting life.

The clouds remove light as the hell-spawns arise and hammer down thunder,

Smiting the true, deformed life. Their hearts are metal, they are soulless. Foul; dour; dead.