you think this is how god stopped the earth to grow? he just stopped believing, we are all alone in the middle of empty fields of misery. sinking in the blackest sea, the depth is calling our names. we are dead, digging our own graves. this is the deep end but i'm still breathing. woke up on the wrong side of death it's darker than a coffin on the blackest night. how could you create such a monster that even he turned his back on us. fatherless times and motherless lives, this rigid world is my orphaned child. am i selfish to want this child alive? i cross my heart and hope to die. destroy and decimate this whole fucking place and our shameless race. i am the fifth horseman of the apocalypse.