Dreamed so long you have fallen to ash.
Its a one way ticket in which you go crash.
This is truth not some elaborate lie.
And all of it while some psycho is screaming, die!
Can you hear the monsters as they bang at your doors?
They take what they want regardless of your laws.
With a hypocritical withered smile.
Strip away any chance at a lifestyle.
For what is your boon is their envy.
Rain down with this final fantasy.
Warped by acid tongues dripping with glee.
They claim their actions will help set you free.
If you believe that you’ll trust any who lives.
Just don’t be surprised when their support gives.
Sends you to the depths of emberless crows.
That darkened pit where only death grows.
For these are crimes of brutality.
Dripping with signs of infidelity.
With harlots armed and ready to kill.
Fnal fantasy ends with a blood spill.
Wretched and ruined for those in their prime.
Now that they are forced down into grime.
For civilians are pawns to be exploited and used.
Ignoring how their rights are being abused.
They are cattle to help lure in the wolves.
All so your lackies can execute the desperate woth tools.
Using no remorse or sense of mercy.
So we will skip right to curse me.
Seperating kings bodies from heads.
Final fantasy died in their beds.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 