Into skies of colorless thunder, fly on black rimmed angel wings.
Where is the light? Alas, tis gone, and no angel shall cometh to save thee from the monstrosity of ignorance.
Watch thee back, for thee not knows when the other shall stab you in the back.
Bleeding is thee, but does it matter? For death has cometh and life has left thee to ponder in darkness.
Oh, where is the might of god, when no other salvation cometh?
Has the light truly diminished, the darkness truly won the battle over the mind of the mortal?
Has belief cometh to an end, in this era of metal?
Yes. A chorus of voices is the answer to the call of thee. Yes they say. No belief is cometh to the simpleton, no belief, only grief.
For god has not cometh, and life has not stayed in the fragile mind of thee.
No sparks, just a dim light in the distance, as it's getting further away, thee ponders of life itself, in the unmistakable darkness.
Has nothing left for thee? Nothing.
Agh... This one was weird, to say the least.
I don't usually touch upon the subject of god, but something made me write it.
If you'd like to understand this, you'll need to try and see this from the atheist point of veiw.
If you'd like to flame me, feel free to do so.
At any rate, I'd just like to say this is only my point of view and no offense is meant to any one who does believe in god.
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