Artist: Unknown 

The Archaic Apocolypse
By: JoAnna Martin

In the darkness I sit and wait
Tonight mankind will end in fate.
I sit and remember, it seems like forever
since that night long ago by the lake.
~I sat by the water, engulfed with sorrow,
not wanting to see another tomorrow.
Then HE appeared, took away my tears,
and said, "You are wasting time borrowed."
There is no hope for my soul,
sinister intentions have taken control.
To live or die?  To laugh or cry?
Diabolic temptation plays its role.
From then on out, I followed HIM,
catered to HIS every whim.
And in return, from HIM I learned,
all the ways of the creatures so grim.
It did not take long for my transformation,
I always had a morbid fascination.
With HIS deadly kiss, I felt pure bliss,
and embraced eternal damnation.
I knew there was no forgiveness for my mortal sins,
but no remorse did I feel within.
With open arms promising no harm
The Dark Lord welcomed me as kin.
At HIS side I would always be,
to do HIS bidding, secretly.
I would carry out HIS plan, masked as a human,
to destroy the worlds morality. 
For centuries, I roamed in search for prey
to take their pathetic lives away. 
It’s them I need on which to feed-
the disconsolate ones in dismay.
And HIS fallen ones, they have worshipped me
as I walked the earth inconspicuously.
Not one mortal aware of the evils I bear,
I was disguised with a false lucidity.
Of all the wrong acts I did commit
and all the blood in which I sit,
it has gone unknown, my powers have grown,  
now my wrath will be released from its pit.
Since the beginning of time, this has taken place.
Every million moons, the world must face
this plague of evil where every devil
will rise up from the Hell’s fiery gates.
I am pleased to be a part of this.
To bring forth this archaic apocalypse.
In just a few hours, the force of my powers
will summon shadows from the darkest mists.
But until the final hour nears
no one will ever know real fear.
I patiently wait for this ghastly fate
when all vile creatures will rise here.~
While under this hypnotic spell
I hear the chime of the spirits bells.
They ring for me to set them free,
to release their damned souls from Hell.
And once again, it is time.
The moon has taken its millionth rise.
Explosions from the pits!  No one can resist!
Soon all we will hear are the mortals cries.
I unleash the evils held deep inside,
no longer will they have to hide.
Unto the world corruption is unfurled,
at last, inner serenity will I find.


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