The Creation of The END



By the END nothing can be undone

A cross or two may lead but in the soul there is nothing

To the cross roads one must venture to reveal what is truly unseen

Mind scrambled aside from the memories, the times of sin

Love has cast its binding spell leading you past all points of sanity to finally venture,

Through the gates of hell only to find the unexpected

The first slap or rather shot and it’s back out the gates

But death has set his eyes on you

A kiss, a sigh, the steps back to hell ever more trying

Gates open with a confusion of creaks and hinges

In the END you rise but it is too late

All is spilled, all is seen, and all will never be the same

Love blinds all else by the END


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