The beginning of sorrow has come.
You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on earth.
Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable =
greed.
You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself.
The choice is none, you will live in a world where you must fight a =
battle.
Some weaker, some stronger, in termination we'll die as one.
We fight amongst ourselves, enhanced by racial difference.
Our hatred never to diminish, it's just growing and growing 'till =
out day of release.
We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and =
the antichrist.
What is the antichrist?
What is it's form?
Questions still asked yet unanswered.
No need for answers, with it's arrival brings sorrow, a sorrwo sonn =
dealt upon all.
Perhaps it's a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in it's own =
epidemic.
Perhaps it is famine killing off millions.
Does this happen 'cause we lack enough food.
One man's greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form of =
population control.
Why does this happen?
It is predestined fate not open for reason or change.
It's all been predicted, we'll die in vast numbers of a sickness =
that has no known cure.
We'll play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here now =
for sure.
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