She is the cat of Chaos
See the end of the world folks, one low low price
Can’t afford it? Put it on layaway
Desolation? Yeah, that bitch is here to stay
Feel her teeth? See her bite, she’s a nasty monster of pain and strife
She is the Cat of Chaos and we the meek, bent, broken, bleeding mice
Our conqueror fierce, her plan is perfection untamed
Destiny her war charriot, wheels with blades, cutting you down
Like thunder, like roaring, like bleek cold wintery storms blowing
You’ll turn your head, and look about, hearing her commanding sound
Fear what you know, but stand in awesome horror at what you don’t
She can’t stop, she is the bitch of quiet destruction, the destroyer of hope
Will she cease, and give us peace?
She won’t
Fear her charriot and ten black horses, their names are woe, and weeping
Hear them now, and find understanding, the names upon their heads are cruel
Plague, Death, Sorrow, Hunger, War, Strife, there is Cutter, and Slasher his wife
These are but some of the names her horses go under, as they pillage and plunder
Worst of all is Hell, and Chaos, the mighty two steads, their destiny is in the lead
Together these black horses of Satanic fury rape our minds and steal our imaginations
They are together, her quiet desolation
An end of an age, the beginning of a dark night, cold winters, and lonely sight
Blindness would be better, ignorance preferred, hopes and dreams…
Defered
End of the world, beginning of the new
Seek peace, but find it not, no longer there, not for me, not for you
Copyright (c) 2009 by Gregory D. Welch
