The winds of creation change direction.
Defeated, disgusting, condemned to die.
Pain shoots through you within and without.
The horde comes to bleed you, your flesh peels away.
Haze of blood.
Saturates.
Submit and sink unto futile despair.
As you see the light fade.
And darkness will fall.
Hope is a lie.
Blood drains out.
Enraging scent.
Flayed remains.
Serenity, a memory.
Humanity has become sightless.
See how far you have fallen.
Consumed.
You are one of them.
Salvation eludes those who still seek reprieve.
Want for flesh surpassed by compulsion to breed.
The pure raw attack...... and every now and then a moment to breathe before you turn a corner and there it is again.... and the singing is superbness to my ears😨 melindia