The End Designed
From earth and dust they were born
Unaware of the knowledge around
Evolving minds since creation.
Walking the path to meet their destiny

Paralysed in deepest fear
The reaper's scythe is drawing near
The hour of death has arrived

Departed from humanity
They have eaten fruits of insanity
The black unfolded like the curtains on stage
Eyes open knowing good and evil

Delusions of hope fading away, banned into an endless journey
Finding comfort in a distant past, a roaming spirits forever lost