The suspense makes the moment tense
At the expense of the extensive
Audience that fense off his fence off away from the world
A dense mass of writers overcompense
To the extent of extincting the last spent
Word of literature that bent the rules with pent
Up rage, rent unpaid and raided with unstayed
Satyrs of saints stained with the blood of the rain
And the pain of dear Cain who only wanted equality in vain,
Becoming the bane of existence, chained to existence
As the first to end an existence, keep your distance
Because the world is not the place for coexistence.

The remnants are what remain, feign
Not fain to fade into the frame, the plain arcane plane
that the world strained to maintain craned
as far from our ordain yet albeit mundane terrain
Is once again the main objective to be obtained
Chase it far away,
Until it comes to stay, then they may
Understand the way they should keep stray strangers at bay

Let it go, as the yellows become white, the blues go black
the reds go grey and the greens retract as the lack
of colors slowly appears, it marks the last pack
of sights you will ever hold dear and the world fades to black

No heartbeat, no breath
No myth, this is death
It’s the width of your life
Now writhe as the scythed
stranger takes his strides
towards your strife and knifes
you in the side, pulling you into judgement.