You think nothing of it
when the birds sing out of key
The suns rays turn black
and the gray clouds rain fire.
The eclipse burns away
the ground beneath your feet.
A man in the distance with an eerie aura
who doesnt belong.
A bird drops dead in the sky
falling to the miserable ground
that we call home.
Your heart finally jumps out of you,
Tangling with the morbid branches
of the weeping willow
that you call your soul.
The sun starts to slowly bleed
the same red tears that fall from your eyes.
Whats wrong with the world
when death rings your doorbell
and you greet it with open arms?
Give the devil a kiss
and walk through the gates of hell

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