It came to me like snails come to gardens: ready to consume.

It comes to me like a bird to the sky: ready to fly.

It’s coming to me like a fish to the sea: ready to swim.

It’s obsession

They whisper in the darkest of corners, that is should not think the way I do

Crazy, Insane

They glance and stare and shy their eyes away from the divinity.

The time is near and they refuse the to listen.

It came to me like demon come to earth: ready to feast.

It comes to me like angels come from Gods: ready to burn.

It’s coming to me like the doom comes to Gaia: ready and roaring.

There is blood coating my hands

The third eye has always been open and seeing.

No one is omniscient, but everyone could see if all were willing.

The end is near

The end is here

The end has only just begun.

No one on this earth knows true fear until they see gods clashing in the sky.

Demons masquerading as humans

And angels burn at the stake

Evil will triumph

Because the good is no more

Because the only thing humans are good for is…

War.