The dripping, trickling drops of pain,
Digging deep down into my heart from the beginning.
Where am i, i wonder.
What possible place could i have arrived at,
What place could bring such horror and sorrow,
Such malice and hatred,
Such torture, such destruction.
A place where the glowering gulls above,
will pick through your flesh in an instant,
If given the chance, that is,
A Place surrounded by high hills, and higher walls.
A Place of intimate, devious desecration ,
Where creatures of a dark kind roam uncontested,
Where citizens flee in terror from the cries of the shunned.
What place is this, where none are wanted.
Far off in a distant shadow,
lurks the glimmer of hope that all would call for,
The shinning beacon to light their paths,
The flood to cleanse their home.
Though this being (for that is all he is, a being) knows not what he holds,
This succulent beast that holds no mercy knows no boundaries,
No limits that stop him,
No pain to burden him,
No Master to calm him.
"It's" choice is what matters most,
To the creatures that hunt it,
To the people who need it,
To the world that holds it,
And to the soul that claims it.
Alone will "It" Stand,
Holding with it the burden of all but the tainted,
The choices are simple,
Bring the peace that is needed,
Or wreak Havoc on the land that deserves it.
A Choice must be made in the end,
The hero of tomorrow is the unknown of today,
The world still suffers,
The choice has yet to be made.
Heaven help us,
Time draws to a close.
Digging deep down into my heart from the beginning.
Where am i, i wonder.
What possible place could i have arrived at,
What place could bring such horror and sorrow,
Such malice and hatred,
Such torture, such destruction.
A place where the glowering gulls above,
will pick through your flesh in an instant,
If given the chance, that is,
A Place surrounded by high hills, and higher walls.
A Place of intimate, devious desecration ,
Where creatures of a dark kind roam uncontested,
Where citizens flee in terror from the cries of the shunned.
What place is this, where none are wanted.
Far off in a distant shadow,
lurks the glimmer of hope that all would call for,
The shinning beacon to light their paths,
The flood to cleanse their home.
Though this being (for that is all he is, a being) knows not what he holds,
This succulent beast that holds no mercy knows no boundaries,
No limits that stop him,
No pain to burden him,
No Master to calm him.
"It's" choice is what matters most,
To the creatures that hunt it,
To the people who need it,
To the world that holds it,
And to the soul that claims it.
Alone will "It" Stand,
Holding with it the burden of all but the tainted,
The choices are simple,
Bring the peace that is needed,
Or wreak Havoc on the land that deserves it.
A Choice must be made in the end,
The hero of tomorrow is the unknown of today,
The world still suffers,
The choice has yet to be made.
Heaven help us,
Time draws to a close.
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