Happy birthday!
Its time to have your say.
Make a wish and blow the candles.
Pay no mind to the vandals.
Those banging cause they want to get in.
Part of the universe as its unravelling.
Fare thee well!
Came just before the dawn of hell.
Plenty of bodies but no remorse.
We remain here to stay the course.
Venture beyond and you will succumb.
Don’t get the meaning, then you are too dumb.
Prey for saviours!
Not the right type of behaviours.
Just some words to be spewed.
An excuse that is over cooed.
But then I suppose they have to try.
Alternative is to simply die die die.
Yet do these pictures and all the pawns…
Will they ever fixed whats spawned?
As from the depths the demons did rise.
Tore our world right before our eyes.
Such disasters we were forced to watch.
Hit us all like a knee to the crotch.
Punishing blow which few survived.
Those that remain are trapped hoping to stay alive.
In tiny worlds that were once homes.
One day they’ll be headstones.
The final reminders of how we once stood tall.
Remnants from before the fall.
Happy birthday!
It might not return, OK?
Make a wish and blow the candles.
Pay no mind to the demons as vandals.
As they begin to break their way in.
Part of the universe at the end of unravelling.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 