If fear is the mind killer then I’m its disease.
Prepare for desecration like you wouldn’t believe.
For time is short and its getting ever quicker.
Soon this world will be barely a flicker.
And one sharp breath will snuff it out.
Of that you should have no doubt.
So take your god complex and cast it to the wind.
Before I ensure you fall from clipped wings.
Patricide fixation has become the newest trend.
Yet under new weight all shall still bend.
Pompous bastards will sit with heads in hands.
From shore to shore across every one of these lands.
But it will change nowt when the ending does come.
I should know as I am that ending in one.
Which you will see when I deliver my final act.
Because all of your necks will have been snapped.
Pray for monsters.
Beg for villains.
This is a new take on our old system.
Reform is for clowns and so they double down.
Never will you see a genuine inverted frown!
Putrid in finery that was stolen from generations before.
Every path that is taken leads straight to war.
And I am the angel that will silence this blight.
Say goodbye to your eyes as they’ll be burned out tonight.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 