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VISIONS OF APOCALYPSE

All is written, all is scried
All is hated that is pried
All is rotten, all is vile
All is hidden 'neath a smile
All is beckoned, all is towed
All is brought to my abode
All is loathing, all is dread
All is leaking from my head
All is murder, all is death
All is mine with every breath
All is burning, all is gore
All is fragments on the floor
All is dusty, all is drenched
All is rocks and weeds and stench
All is vacant, all is void
All is waste of the enjoyed
All is blackened, all is grey
All is one phone call away