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STORY OF THE END-A BALLAD


                           

Through the heaps of bone

walked the old Samaritan all alone

His senses crushed by the sight of death;

the odor of decay

taking away his every breath

As blackbirds lurked over him

the old man reflected on his sins

sins done by him,young;

sins done by his tongue

Dark deeds that drained love away

left him with life,drenched in pain

forgiveness,twas all he prayed

Shed your skin,said the voice above

walk on petals,be a preacher of love!

Thus was the apotheosis of Satan

who reincarnated among as the Samaritan.

And now he walked on the cracked earth

his feet sinking into filth and dirt

Nothing's left,the old man had thought

but was interrupted by the sight he saw

From the vast dunes of carrion

up he came!Oh,how he shone!

The sun had rose;yes,Ra had come

rising from the iridescent horizon

Earth's wounds healed

green sprout out

The old Samaritan gleamed

as the winds began to shout!

Skins over bones

aye,the race has been resurrected!

And so had come a new ray hope

when the world seemed stunted

Thus life sprinted around

head held high,naked feet on ground

Once again beginning in none

yet destined to end in one!