Walking Planes v1

Walking the planes

That trip reality

Ever vigilant

Making haste

For the touch of death

Tramples thru

The pondering’s of all I see

 

I smell the flesh on the bonfire of the damned

And lose my breath

To enchanting sight of time bending

And feel temporal extortion’s begin

To manipulate the fabric of all

As I am peeled from reality

 

All of this was preordained

And a bolt to the dome

Couldn’t of been more fitting

For lost in the crowd

Was I who in blissful ignorance

Lashed out with cruel ultimatums

To no avail

As the heard the bell

 

Spelling annihilation

For all including me

As a supreme verdict came

And armageddon reigned

Ending the game

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