Disaster In Sight

A foul stench of fear overwhelms us all. Willingly

marching this path unknown. We're left with the dull

realization; we once sat high up on this broken throne.

They came and left without a trace. Undeniable, yet so

quick and prompt, like a ghost baring no face. A wretched

disease injected within us, poisoning our souls and

darkening our creation. Beneath these crowded streets

lies the savage from our pasts, reborn into questionable

beings of menacing expression. Coming forth to bestow our

transition into this. Burn this city down. Too many

sleepless hours wasted dwelling over what could have

been. Knowing that someday we might just win. Determined

to persist on forward, brother or none I'm here as a

reminder. The time is now. Come alive, secure our demise

in this. Wipe the slate clean from the lies of our

distinct resurgence.