Walk in the wisps out beyond the bay.
What in this world remains for me!
Calculate trajectory then take suffering away.
Not where I am supposed to be!
These circles are shedding but I am not wedding.
Give pay to fools who writhe in shallow waters.
For down in the depths where crooks cannot swim.
There are nightmares that are forever hunting.
Are these mere stories or fact turned to tale?
No way of knowing as moonlight once more does sail.
Crawl through canvas until paint is fresh.
Zero to hero is the truest of test!
Face pressed up against that rusted old mesh.
For the wicked and cursed there is no rest!
These circles are shedding but I am not wedding.
Give pay to fools who writhe in shallow waters.
For down in the depths where crooks cannot swim.
There are nightmares that are forever hunting.
Are these mere stories or fact turned to tale?
No way of knowing as moonlight once more does sail.
Unintelligible.
No more miracle.
Infection spreading.
Befouling the bedding.
Town turns to ruin.
Then county turns to ash.
Within a year the continent may crash.
Be left as a relic,
Ruin for generations to come.
That is if a few souls survive this massacre run.