• Death and Darkness, all these things
    hold to me, they do, they cling
    Apocalypse my final step
    Begin the world anew yet left
    A world in which I could be me
    A world in which we are all free
    Not from the restraints of rules and such
    but from the confines built by human much
    A world like this could never be
    A world like this I’ll never see