What is every man destined for? The blood that flows through him is his force for existence. His destiny rises and sets with the sun. <br /> <br />The stars misguide him. No man ever succeeds; we only fail to repeat our cycle of death. We live for death. Death taunts us, pokes us and plays with every heart beat. <br /> <br />Religion does not make up who we are, it just judges us separately. The sky was enraged red that brought the courage of all demons and angels to the table. <br /> <br />Seated are the kings of the damned, the kings of the cursed and the kings of the protected. <br /> <br />Time has turned for a new era. The bones and ashes shall be our battle field and blood will quench our thirst. We will both ride with death on our arms and blackness in our hearts. <br /> <br />We will bring a reign of terror, blood and vengeance to our new Armageddon and to the face of God for immortality runs in our corpses.<br /><br />Melvyn Mohan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/armageddon-33/
