Eschaton

I'm afraid the soil yearns
for blood spilled, triggers pulled
Deathcry dancing bright
In the shadow of
A Thunderous sky

Waiting to cry
but the tears don't arrive
Even in dreams
I know how to survive

Love makes Blood
Blood makes Love
Damage done
Damage worn
Waterfalls of crimson
Sharp as swords

Sex is a fragile shell
which we hide inside

Seeking escape
The Seventh Seal
Shall break in time

Everyone will bear a Cross
When Eschaton arrives