Devil's Lab

Darkness falls all among those who've waited.
Timed it.
Waiting long for only one last chance to
Proclaim.
Find it now unless you would falter.
Searching.

Precision is whats required now to
succeed.
When I was a young man I would ponder
options.
Tell me that it would take a might
to fight.

Tell me now,
who has gone.
Who would be,
what to me,
I need as
a fighted vow.

Proclaimations of virtuosity.
Rampant screams of rage.
Honor, from your comrades.
Fury from the scorn.

Face the fallen.
Praise the hallowed.


It's coming,
cutting it's teeth on chaos.
Feelings of truth,
now muddled without resolve.
And the givers ask again
fore the impact of what they gave.
I can only resort to guess
when the man becomes a monster.