Supreme Gift Of The False Prophecy

Delusion of a future to come
Everlasting lie
Born in pain, tears, the stigma carved deep
Shoulders ever hunched

Cursed inheritance, the burden of all
Onward hopeless march
Road is winding through unseen worn paths
Footprints soaked with blood

First steps, fissures spreading
Treachery will pave the way
Mind cracks, melting faces
Forging iron, quenching clay

Slowed, stuck, mutilated
Ankle=deep forbidding mud
Wasteland, visions faded
Echoes of the mocking God

Scorched ground, lifeless meadows
Hotting flesh and blistered hide
Foul stench, spears of fire
Parched with thirst, no aim in sight

Last climb upon the steepest mountain
Breath cut, air with regrets is crowding
Rock scythes, all fools are ripe for harvest
Last fall, only unforgiving darkness