The Apocalypse never speaks as they ignore all the dead children laying in the blood stained streets…
The Apocalypse never speaks as they ignore all the dead children laying in the blood stained streets. This is when the Devil and the angels meet. The eclipse of the sun. I hear all the cries from the lonely ones. For all ways forever I, my love, my love never dies. I hear all of the children’s cries and the world begins to die. Jesus Christ wrapped around by roots. Streets become dust and all the machines have turned to rust. The winds begin to blow as history comes to a close.
