Fall Of Man

by Wishmaster   Sep 3, 2008


Where I gently talk
The room begins to balk
Calling me insane
For describing such horrid pain

When none can answer
Their minds filled with deadly cancer
Beginning to plot
Their souls begin to rot

Burn, burn they can
Since I will be the fall of man
Is it my mind full of insanity
Or of deadly threats against humanity

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