Mortal woes

The twisted throes of mortal woes Brings about a darkly drove By night and day they drive so deep Forgings anew as sinners weep The age they cry does exist no more Passed on to the next, floor by floor One by one they cringe and fall Down to hell, one and all


There is a darkness Within us all. A darkside that we can release. Unlike the side we show, Mercy it does not much know. The urge to set the darkness free Is strong for many, including you and me. It overwhelms our goodside, Taunting it of its megar power, And bragging of the awesome might… Continue reading Darkness