It's Never too Late to Put Up a Fight!
for only in the grip of darkness will we shine amidst the brightest stars~cradle of filth , the death of LOVE
Children of the Damned:
From their slumber they awaken in the valley of the damned, where
Nothing resides but bleak emptiness and treacherous despair
They were claimed to have no honor, no pride
In a world were fake humanoids live and reside
They sold their troubled mind to the material world of the living
Now in the valley of the damned, past death they lay there suffering
Didn’t they think of judgment day when they were living?
Or were they sleep walking past hope with all their sinning?
These were the so-called humans crowned by God’s gift of reason,
Who shed every single aspect of their humanity in treason;
As they fall prey to the temptation of a world poisoned with darkness
A world that preaches materialism, consumption, corruption and madness
Have they not considered?
When Munkar and Nakeer ask them about their precious time how was it spent
Or when their bad deeds outweigh the good, and as they sink will they repent
The sins of the weak heart which falls into fault, sin, that taint our heart with darkness
A world that preaches materialism, consumption, corruption and unlimited madness
Have they not been warned?
They have been told about, heaven and hell,
And yet here we see how low they fell,
So did they turn a blind eye,a deaf ear to the Prophet’s message?
As they consumed their souls with life’s pleasures into wastage
They have fallen past redemption and reconciliation,
Into a phase of prolonged antagonizing stagflation
They have forsaken God’s message while living
Yet Remember He almighty is the most gracious and forgiving
It’s not too late:
It is not too late to change your course in life and take action
For forgiveness and conviction are parts of the faith’s foundations
Reach into the darkness to find a single ray of light
It’s not too late, it’s never too late to put up a fight!
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