Print ArticleDarkness descends…it is arising—your demise. Sweet demise, oh sweet agony will bestow upon a forgotten friend with a tortured heart mixed with manipulation. The veil removed and the heartstrings tugged. The worries are not over only beginning, the start of your troubles. Come follow into a world where arms accept you and deliverer justice. Come follow into a world where individuality is accepted and proudly boasted upon right. Come follow into a world where on the other side of the coin…change will be inevitable.
There is a place, I want to be; a place called paradise.
I am one of the many. I am one of the fall, the graceless being unifying the suffering mortals. Denying no longer my purpose this is where I have settled. I have settled within their clutches. I´ve finessed my home standing tall to be counted amid them. It takes a second to apprehend the truth but a decade to distinguish a lie. What part of life is worth playing? The edges or smooth? What part of death is worth playing, the double-edge sword or death in itself? You ask, you decide.
But it seems far reached or non-existence.
It takes a single step to start a new while trying not to fool your own self. It takes a single step to start a journey knowing failure lurks every curve. It takes a single step to dissolve the demons that cling to cloak nakedness. Your façade is damaged with wickedness, how long could it last until shambling. Hasn´t your soul cried with release, with anguish knowing superficial spells demise? It truly descends upon you, the oblivion to a wicked soul.
Like the chains of old, the chains of rust, the chains of death, so I foresee their downfall.
Hell has frozen over; your heart tells us so. It´s no surprise that everything can turn cold all of sudden. It´s no surprise that this life isn´t easy. However, when has thought played a significant role in life? Shouldn´t actions speak louder than those thoughts? What´s your resolution? What´s your desire? What´s your action? What´s your antidrug? What´s your change—your inevitable contribution to this, this horrid society that captures the souls of forgotten to be played as instruments? They seek confront of the void. Their trembling hearts are no longer; as the final stages are given to have, purity…wicked.
A crack has risen within them.
This is my wicked soul: a follower and believer to Age of the Fall and their cause.
Take it with ease, with please.
Stand for what you believe in.
And see what you unleash.
What is your wicked soul?
There is a place, I want to be; a place called paradise.
I am one of the many. I am one of the fall, the graceless being unifying the suffering mortals. Denying no longer my purpose this is where I have settled. I have settled within their clutches. I´ve finessed my home standing tall to be counted amid them. It takes a second to apprehend the truth but a decade to distinguish a lie. What part of life is worth playing? The edges or smooth? What part of death is worth playing, the double-edge sword or death in itself? You ask, you decide.
But it seems far reached or non-existence.
It takes a single step to start a new while trying not to fool your own self. It takes a single step to start a journey knowing failure lurks every curve. It takes a single step to dissolve the demons that cling to cloak nakedness. Your façade is damaged with wickedness, how long could it last until shambling. Hasn´t your soul cried with release, with anguish knowing superficial spells demise? It truly descends upon you, the oblivion to a wicked soul.
Like the chains of old, the chains of rust, the chains of death, so I foresee their downfall.
Hell has frozen over; your heart tells us so. It´s no surprise that everything can turn cold all of sudden. It´s no surprise that this life isn´t easy. However, when has thought played a significant role in life? Shouldn´t actions speak louder than those thoughts? What´s your resolution? What´s your desire? What´s your action? What´s your antidrug? What´s your change—your inevitable contribution to this, this horrid society that captures the souls of forgotten to be played as instruments? They seek confront of the void. Their trembling hearts are no longer; as the final stages are given to have, purity…wicked.
A crack has risen within them.
This is my wicked soul: a follower and believer to Age of the Fall and their cause.
Take it with ease, with please.
Stand for what you believe in.
And see what you unleash.
What is your wicked soul?
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