The beginning of sorrow has come.
You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on earth.
Damage, now permanent, is yet
enhanced day by day by unstoppable greed.
You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself.
The choice is none, you
will live in a world where you must fight a battle.
Some weaker, some stronger, in termination we'll die as one.
We fight amongst
ourselves, enhanced by racial difference.
Our hatred never to diminish, it's just growing and growing 'till
out day of
We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and
What is the antichrist?
Questions still asked yet unanswered.
No need for answers, with it's arrival brings sorrow, a sorrow soon
Perhaps it's a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in it's own
Perhaps it is famine killing off
Does this happen 'cause we lack enough food.
One man's greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form
Why does this happen?
It is predestined fate not open for reason or change.
It's all been predicted,
we'll die in vast numbers of a sickness
that has no known cure.
We'll play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here