There are systems of distress and the voices in unrest, There is mighty evil fest, And the darkness at it's best, Amidst the yell, emerging cries, The demons cherish, them interest, Purple feathers so scattered, when angels buried down the crest, Fortified the castle of darkness, Demons pursuits of evil quest, When harmony is distorted , the world dismantled in a dark fest.
A journey of wisdom, poetry, peace.