This is kind of hybrid, i ment for it to be a poem at first but i sang it along with a death metal insturmental song and it sounded bad ass sooo....yeeaah
Entering the vincinty of the dark forcasting shadows,
From the cool valley of our joy and beloved faith...Some fall behind.
Thy faith can be lost, with the space missing, they are proclaimed as hopless, broken, forgotten.
With praises of our happiness now faded...
Regretted. Instead with hidden words now spoken.
The chariots will then arivve, delivering our new broken smpty guests,
And to proove they are what they say, we continue to let them suffer through lifes tests.
Grim reaper lines them up once they gave up...To the gruesome gates...
As he drains from what remains into the earth
"Thou is broken, left to suffer wondering the earth," he states.
The vincinty pf dark forcasting shadows...
Home of the broken, the living dead, even the damned.
As they arive into their new home,
In pure enclosure and comfort,
The gate of broken security is slammed.
Let me know what you guys think!