Death Throes

A storm The wind howls my name I breathe the air of chaos As I walk amongst the slain Dark clouds Suffocate the plains Echos of suffering Permeate these days Scorched is the earth In a hellfire nation Gone are the days Of its prosperous station A burning flag Propped up in devastation The death throes of a dying nation Panic Breaks out in a fervor The moths encircle the flames A feverous pitch Burning away the darkness with disdain Gods Are the profiteers The masses surrounding decay Blame feeds the chaos The death throes of a Republic We reap what we sow Greed brings forth an abomination Wrathful The mob's reign Embraced the Hierarchy of disdain Signaling of the end Or the beginning Of an awakening metamorphosis Mindful As chaos rules the way Caught up in the emptiness A darkened path awaits

Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026