Fruit-Ful is the Sur -Face in which Dev -Astation grows Upon the earth Cataclysmic events The violent end The forsaken lands drench with the stench of Death Pillars of ruination I've forseen The human race enslaved by the chains of prosperity Accomplishing nothing Digging their graves Humanity was cleansed by an imminent disaster Invoking the end Pillars of ruination It begins With the survival of my soul Everything I know is deceased Abandoned and out of control We bathe in frailty Reliant on a system that destroyed humanity A new age Liberated by failures Surrounded by the ashes of defeatists The pillars dropped To ignite our sins Erasing everything Inducing stagnancy Unable to define what is reality Slipping off the edge of sanity As I stare into the abyss the abyss stares back into me Welcoming my being with it's lustful embrace Alone I walk towards the darkness Engulfing light in the thickness of hatred Broken and seeking salvation On a land burnt from the misery of man Corpses pave the burning lands Statues of ignorant mistakes A journey so ubiqutious Holds the answer to my survival In the land of the brave Paradise fails to sustain life Venturing the deep For the answers I so truly seek A knife to my wrist Cutting away all my anger I'm not afraid to die I'm afraid of living forever Exiled alone Exiled alive Why wasn't I slaughtered? Am I An archetype of immortality? My mind is twisted and crippled from false hope The deafening echo of a voice calling