The beginning of sorrow has come.
You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on this earth.
Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable greed.
You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself.
The choice is none, you will live in a world where you must fight a constant battle.
Some weaker, some stronger, in termination we'll all die as one.
We fight amongst ourselves, enhanced by racial difference.
Our hatred never to diminish, it's just growing and growing 'till one day of release.
We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and the antichrist.
What is the antichrist ? What is its form ? Questions still asked yet unanswered.
No need for answers, with its arrival brings sorrow, a sorrow soon dealt upon all.
Perhaps it's a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in its own epidemic.
Perhaps it is famine killing of millions. Does this happen 'cause we lack enough food.
One man's greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form of population control.
Why does this happen ? It is predestined fate not open for reason or change.
It's all been predicted, we'll die in vast numbers of a sickness that has no known cure.
We'll play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here now for sure we'll die.
