Bullets swarm in the distance,

striking each other to the ground.

Rockets aimed at the sky,

blowing to bits everything in its mist.

Blood may seem to pour down everything.

Blood may seem to gas down the world.

Blood may be our only hope out of this miserable place.

Bones start to crack underneath,

our feet.

Bones crumbling, ground to a pulp.

Drink up and you will find yourself,

wanting so much more.

The end of the world means so much more,

who will be left and who will be the ones

gathering in the distance to proclaim,

to the world their sins.

who will be left and who will be the ones

gathering in the distance to proclaim,

to the world their innocence.

In the end of our existence, will we know?

In the end will it come to just faith?

In the end will it be just as it is written?

Will we ever know the truth behind everyone’s secret

desires?

Will we ever know the truth behind every door

unopened?

Will it finally be when blood and bone mix to form an

ultimate substance,

both unique to us,

and unique to GOD.

Will it finally be when blood and bone mix to form an

unstoppable, uncontainable force,

so powerful that it will end it all,

becoming our only hope out of this miserable place.

It will pour down everything.

It will gas down the world.