Foreboding - Ascension

Fists of judgement

Always carried fury

Into the mind works

Unaware of detriment for a higher wealth

Ruling over what can’t be tamed

Sending the pleaded spirit into a world of its own shame

Years turned to haze as the dream spread

Creating worlds of reigning misery

Battling Positivity

Surmounting surroundings of fear tales darkly hidden away

To rain upon those who are set for despair

There were never any roads to choose as it’s all a big game

Driving a vortex to sweep up such innocence

Being frowned against

There’s an ultimate supremacy

Demanding a change for the ruins ahead

Showering from tombstones to come

Bewaring the nightmares

Haunting the foreseen

Falling to mist feeling the drift being pulled away

From the grip of being saved

There’s no atmosphere

Transforming like an anarchistic machine

To gladiate and win over the mirage of belief