Listen my children and you shall hear,of a time for you that is soon to be near. When a diabolic hand reaches out of the earth crushing and depriving us of our birth. Forcing us to join the satanic procession, leading us out of our great depression, when our boisterous cries are heard vague, as the disease crumbles over us in a plague. Cold gushes of air sweep through our hair and a tingling feeling rushes over our skin. The color of night fills our eyes and we become paranoid like horses whisking at flies. We fall into a hole, demolishing our souls, and this is the day that for you awaits, beyond tomorrows mystics gates. The day when you slip into the silent land and I can no more hold you by the hand.
