TEOTWAWKI

Ravaged with hate into bleeding ground that suffocates. Once haunting desires fade away with anguished cries. Nature bent on revenge. Voice of perdition screaming. Outburst is close. Howls catching our cores, one last overthrow. There is no escape. T

Is this finally the winter when solar wind breaks our fate? I've been waiting for the last spell so long, I've lost the gasp of everything. Visions from my eyes. Run away from this dead end point. Is there a place to go, where hope still grows untouc