THE APOCALYPSE
They drink the life of the innocence
Crush the flowers beneath their feet
It's been happening for a very long time now
But soon they'll have nothing to eat
Their mouths are open
Their eyes are empty
Their bodies are hollow
With it who sent me
The life is leaving without a trace
And they're all engaged in this race
A race against time, a race to the place
A race to all that they didn't know they were working for
The blood is dripping from their mouths
The innocence fills their stomachs
Their claws are reaching to the ground
It is covered in green paper slips
They kneel with their faces to the sky
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
And they pray in desperate screams,
"Oh, sweet God, forgive us . . ."
copyright: WiseChildX, 1998