As I walk through this wasteland,
Walking through puddles of blood.
The screams of the dying and injured fill my ears
My worst fears have come to pass
Everything that I knew and loved has died
The path that I walk goes on and on through
This wasteland of life.
Shadows reach for me from the dark
Flaming hands reach for me from below
The pungent smell of sulfur ,decay , and burning flesh taints every breath that I take
The path that I walk goes on and on through
This wasteland of life.
I walk in a land of persecution where you are judged by what you look like and your religious beliefs.
The crimson skies are the only ones whom hear the cries of the sinners of the nation of immorality and brutality.
As always I walk on and on through this wasteland of life.
Heed my warning for this is not a joke, for this has been foretold through prophecy dream in smoke.
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