Left Into The Oblivion

Look at us,
a serene probability of synchronicity.
Everything is so perfect,
And everything is at peace.

Our mutual co-existence self-defines itself,
meaning to be more than chance but destiny.
But why is it had to be,
was this not what you want to be?

Delude by the dance of the great tyrant,
you took off with the devil.
And under his spell you shall repent,
Cause the madness has to end.

Now there shall be no light,
nor a belief to enshrine.
You’ll see my prodigious look,
let there be no moment to shine.

As the size of my wrath,
folds around like a band of rage,
I see ghosts,
the ghosts of faith.

But nay to the diversions cause what has begun,
shall never aid the scars.
I’m here to end,
and hope shall starve.

As I burst into flames,
Apocalypse is what they say,
No flesh, No blood and no stain,
Left into the oblivion is what they’ll say.