Lost

Sitting in a room,
crying my eyes out,
not knowing what comes next.
What is in store for me?
Who am I to be?

Lost my sanity,
lost my reason to be.
Nothing is what it seems;
Friends are foes,
and foes still are foes.

One way in,
no way out.
I am but one against many.
Lost inside this world of mine.
World of self-doubt.

Who am I?
What am I to be?
Lost is what I am.

by Ray Thompson

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Dominion

When the sun is blackened,
the army will come again.
Fueled by the hate of man;
and driven by the hunger of the beast,
They will not be stopped.
Cannot be stopped.

For it is too late when Sol turns dark.
The Lord of Night's rule has begun,
and a thousand years shall he reign.
The hordes shall feed on man,
and he shall be the slave,
no one left to save.

Seeds of hate sown long ago,
The price must be paid;
paid for all our foolish wars,
and the raping of our lands.
Soon He will rule us all.
Too late to cry out for mercy;
He shall show none
for thats his way.
Death will be for the lucky,
the rest will suffer eternal damnation.
Damnation for their sins.

by Ray Thompson