The waves burst forth from the rumbling seas,
The forceful winds thunder above the forests of green,
The blazing sun shines a bright streak,
The stretches of sand spread far into the unseen;
A sword of life shines above the horizon,
A whisper of death creeps into the soul,
A battle begins for those who have risen,
A grave destiny begins to unfold;
Beneath the burning sky of a fiery red,
Beyond the molten lava of the volcanic black,
Besides the lands where all live in dread,
Be it here that the battle will be fought;
Cries of the sane will be mingled with frenzy,
Calls of the commander shall be lost asunder,
Claims of the arrogant will sure
A thin tendril of smoke rose from the abyss
within the shadows that endlessly shifted
dark was just a term one spoke of in these times
fathomless from the beginning of the world
Light now a faded illusion
it's divinity becoming nothing but a myth
Struggling against the invisble shackles
chained to life in misery and despair
Tears shed by those who watch
yet not a inch they move to relieve the atrocities
survivors move on, relishing small trinkets of freedom
in constant fear of being imprisoned again
yet the world continues to observe
untouched by the astounding endurance
cold to the grief and pain
enveloped in the greed and pettiness of
Wrath.
The Source of all Hatred
The Blackest of hearts possess this curse
It infringes on every border of happiness
Spreading fire and anarchy in a storm.
Lust.
Those who have fallen in this desire
pungent is their thirst
faces shine with a wretched emotion
their existence a blemish on the world
Pride.
Vengeful, deceitful it is not
It's claws embedded in the soul
It rears it's ugly head in the most innocent of men
A shadow it is, arrogant and haughty, endless and powerful.
Gluttony.
A sin it is beyond no doubt
within the chasms of the world it exists aplenty
submerged in the aromas and textures
it drowns a soul in its desire
Avarice.
Jew