A Crystal Clear Night Fallen Into Providence

It kills me to watch you starve in The Valley Of The Slums. Black crows with wings, blood tearing from their eyes. A gazed sunset as the clouds hover over us to bring rain. Washed our blood away to fill the sewer drains. Draining our veins dry, no more dead we are all alive. Refuel this heart and let live our marvelous wishes and demands to carry out this fight. Ignite these flames, set this world ablaze. Let a message be brought out to fill a void that has been avoided in this world. My hands are full of blood and blood is all I know. Taste of sweat and tears in my mouth nothing quenches my thirst more than the absolute thought of salvation. All trees hang low for the final battle between Heaven and Hell. Knowing the path has never felt so right. The damned die and dirt fills their mouths but it doesn't bother me. When I thought I was dead, I walked out of here alive. Walking on forever never knowing to walk alone. I severed all of their heads and brought them to earth. As I fell to my knees, the light shined on my back. Mankind knew... Hell has just been bought.