in the end.

tic toc tic toc. my mind is lost. im seeing things from different views. I see the world around us, I can see the worlds with in us. I dont make sense to myself anymore. I hardly know what to do. you people dont realize whats to come. not the way I do. I see the fires raping the lands. humans pilaging stealing for shit that doesn't matter after the dust settles. the oceans will turn, Fire will fall from the skies.. we all will perish. we all will die. listen to me now. listen to the voice inside you, it does not lie.

it is true, the things that are said. the world will come to be dead, as we know it. as we lived it. I have seen, I will for tell what I have spoken for far to long. you will not hear this. you will not live the life you should have. you will burn in the firey redemtion. the world will swallow you whole. the world will reap its toll. for your ignorance. for your denial. for your herectic. the world lives, the world has a soul, and she called to you she did, with warnings of what will unfold.

All the while, like spoiled brats you ignored your mothers call.. only to be snatched up. your cries on silent corporate ears do fall. you will be vilolated by you fellow neighbors, you will be destroyed and torn apart kin from kin in saddem an rape. your fathers will bear down apon you in lusts untold, for the end in nigh.

the demons with in us all will consume the weak, and endulge apon the weaker still. fear will reap what you have sewn, and death shall grow rampant amongst the sins you all have comitted. this is what the world holds for you now. sparing none, not the innocent, not the deprived.. we all shall be accosted for the actions of the whole, had you listened, had you heeded what was told from history and old. the text is there behind closed doors.

its there alright. plainly before you eyes. in every angsty teen dothing goth cloths and casting spells.. the old ways are written in new format. the secret of the world soul, you just had to listen. you just had to realize. it wasn't about the power, it wasn't about the greed.. it was about the seed.. the farm, the land and the man in need. you didn't have to take control. you didn't have to be high above the rest. you just had to love, respect and be thy fellow man.

the human race, a plague amongst the plagues. you want the power, you want the control, in greed you saught a heavenly hell, because of this, because of you. your childer wrought, sundered anew. raped and distorted, paranoid and contorted.

With malice, with spite, and sadistic delight our worlds soul has change in your light. you all have defiled her purest of hearts. you all have malfested your encourageable Kin apon her. taught to her the ways of power, and hate and might.
Though its to late, you see for she once loved thee. but you have nay! paid the rent to her. you have not paid your toll, your bill the hydro perhaps? and for this she decide you must go.. for this the great mother rolls. to and fro, from side to side. the world with in the world to collide. crashing and raining hells of your delight, because it cost to much for us to make it right.

our empty concerns of tender. the meaningless delight. we cherish and hold oh so tight. we could not let go, we could not unite and thus our world will crush us with all her might.
a child she bore with hope and light. only to grow with hate and spite.
saddening the end of this night comes the realization of our plight.
not all deserve this sorrow, this love.