Archaneus Posted February 22, 2003 Report Posted February 22, 2003 Desperation, seclusion it’s always on my mind Everywhere I go its people I find I want to get away from it all I want to stop answering the call Get away from me Or to the depths of Hell I’ll flee Even now you follow? Get away or I’ll make you cowl Flee in fear, run away I will make you pay I’ll make the whole world pay for all No matter how small I will destroy them all, decimate You have opened the floodgate Torrent, sweeping the world, unleashed A plague, a pestilence, a disease that cannot be ceased It crushes all, leaving nothing in its wake The floods come, the fires bake Complete now, is the final stage I have broken free of my cage Alone I stand, in this world of death
Peredhil Posted May 29, 2003 Report Posted May 29, 2003 In the second line, perhaps "it's people that I find"? Did you mean scowl instead of "cowl" in the eight that said, This reminds me of the 1000 years in Revelations when the devil gets released to play...
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