One day is before another in a never ending battle that is lost to death. One week is before the next day in a time of thought. One month is before the end, yet before the ages. One year is another, and harvests life from your time. In the end, not a soul will cry for memory of what they have brought upon themselves. In the beginning was the set word, which is then denied by us. In the end, all Hell will reach for it's share. In the beginning, it's share was least. Cry, weep, mourn, fadeless emotions that grip your heart. The length of time till the end is not touched by sorrow, it is not poisoned with innocent emotions. In the end, all will empty out into your fate, and your eternal judgment. In the end nothing will matter but your faith. God save us~

unknownpassafire~In the end