There comes a time, when our sins have burned so many bridges once was intense fire now lingers embers of ash smouldering foundation of our souls Where there used to resemble life you look back and see the ruins of all that remains.
From the path of Darkness falter into shadows that now sustains grey vast of images of death. Blood of others consumes your hands knowing that your day of reckoning will come to pass its judgment it’s too late.
To take back wicked deeds that fill your heart with penumbra only time will tell, but then again life is a real son of a bitch. From good intention of compassion was consumed by the influence of poison that fills your veins with venom.
Where do you go from here or have you gone pass a point of no return?
E.O.S
