Apocalypse

No more tears left to cry
No more blood left to be shed
Everything has been left to dry,
Everything seeped through the silk of the death bed.
It has all gone black
and the storm is silent
For all remorse is lacked
and no air left to vent.
All seem so righteous
yet the have lost faith,
preaching religion by force,
a numbness stopping the beatings of words on their face.
Time slows down and  almost stops,
lost joy replaced with misery and anger,
torturous gazes as hell does weep
begging and pleading for it to  stop
yet, in the minds truthful lies do seep
until dried to bone
and the echoes in the still, stagnant air
and death brings it all fearfully to stone.
The wind does not blow the hair
and skin is never again fair;
just death and the race fading away.
No place left for guilt and shame,
just cold hearts and bitter blame.
The battle's been lost
and the race has died.
Lonesome in this life,
we were free to learn
and ended up judged for sin...