six:666 Pm

My Own Grave

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There was no prophetic wisdom, last signs or revelations.
Every holy book was silent as we completed our own destruction.
That day we died as equals, falling warheads don't segregate.
As the clock struck 6:66 p.m only blood and ashes would remain!
We dug our graves and raised our tombstones,
deep inside our casket shelters we waited.
Foul air crept in through steelclad tunnels.
Mankind died justified lower than the insects.
We played god and we played devil, turned our Eden to Gehenna.
We were judge and we were hangman hence we never saw the sentence.
Parting us in good and evil, we could close our eyes to reason.
Thus our chapted reached an end 6:66 p.m!
In whatever twisted cosmos, in whatever carnal breed..
in a world that creates a spark flames will follow!