Cause when the last is yet to come

Sunrise or the set of sun

The only thing I’ll think about

Will be the mighty, everlasting power of thy god

So hold me tight and hold me near

For this breath-a-taking beast

Shall sooner than later cease to exist

And you might be my only “dear “

I watch the sparkling sky

Filled with what was once alive

And gaze into the blinding light

Of the shadow of the night

I see the monsters but I also see the good

That’s been kept in hiding by the man who once has stood

On the mighty land of Earth

For who’s miracle was birth

My head is spinning

And the pain is growing bigger

For my prayer has been answered

But the answer is not clear

For what I wish was once a deadly sin

And it seems I cannot master the art of keeping up my chin

Cause the clouds are higher than my pride in height

But my pride keeps getting bigger with every moment I’m alive

And I shall accept my Hell

For what is worth living is my only sin

My existence ought to be a devil’s win

When the only sound I hear is that of a deathly bell

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton