Blood lost inside more and more flesh,

Creates a destructive force,

That will play as the fulcrum,

Within the closed eye of my own storm.

If I were to play as our god,

Would I create death and slaughter?

I surely would, as I truly and loyally worship,

This beautiful actuality our god has created.

Such a beautiful, beautiful, yes- truly beautiful,

This world that this god has created,

We have been given gifts to shape our undecided future,

But twisted and tangled our sad, wandering fate has become.

What closeted, unknown secrets will the future hold?

For our dying and vanishing fate,

And while it tries to persist and go on,

Demented and frantic, it falls into death,

And our beautiful future loses itself to the choices god has made.