Apocalypse

Like a needle to the vein
Apocalyptic destruction brings joy and pain.
Looking around to see
the cataclysmic loss of life and home.
The preacher left behind
walks around, gone insane long ago.
The blood red fire
Apocalypse is the great show of beautiful destruction.

Paper cuts and razor blades
Souvenirs of the life long lost in the black glades
The wide-eyed masochist
Walking around with a smile of the sweet pain he loves
Sin has become
The friend of every man and woman
Paper cuts and razor blades
What fun they seem to have become.

Apocalyptic prophet begins
to bleed from the eyes as the end begins
Destruction of humankind
the rise of the daemons from below.
Rise, angels of death
take part in the sport you love.
Apocalypse has come
Bloody thine scythes with the blood of men.