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The Path Of The Dead




I walk along a path on this dead desolate earth
Looking upon dead and naked trees waiting for rebirth
A rebirth that will not come
And walking along this path the only life are the insects that skitter away
Even looking up I see nothing; nothing but a dark gray
Not even hope of a new day to come
For now all is dead
And further I walk down this path into an unseen darkness
Drifting even further into emptiness
Realizing this is the place all evil is fed
And yet still I wander further until I see a patch of blackened flowers
Along with animals that seem to quiver and cower
And during this moment the sky breaks open sending spirits to the ground
Spirits sent to reveal every lie, hate, and evil in me that can be found
Showing me the horrors of the all the truths
And seeing these truths hurts
A feeling of weakness washes over me
And I feel as my soul is turned into a dark wrath trying to break free
At this moment the wrath and I break free
Sending me running along the path with dark wraths chasing me
Being chased through this dead desolate earth fills me with a dread
And I am chased from this path of the dead