Termination.Darkness. All I can see, as far as I look.Death has found me. And I welcome it.No more must I long for shadowsNo more must I put up with life.I have found it - after all my years of searching!The masterpiece of pinnacle creations!I must never search again - it is mineAnd mine alone.The screams of a dying civilization cry to meBut I pay them no heed.They have chosen their own fateI am simply the harbinger.Angry gods have given me this sweet opportunityTo mend the flaws from ages pastA civilized world of technological advancementsAnd zealous, pompous prideIt will destroy them, in the end.Every last one of them,For their ancestors' mistakesBut it is a necessary lossA mask of lies torments them dailyAnd they still turn on the godsTheir insolence must be punishedThis must be made clean.Termination.
A Breath of Summer AirThe warm season - filled with desire and expectationEvery year it comes, and every year it goes yet againBut in the brief expanse of time when it resides among usLife begins anew with a breath of summer air.The only time when the world moves on at its own whimIn the season of warmth and prosperity, passion and peaceAll other seasons either point to its arrival or mourn its goingSummer stands alone in timeUnconsumed by the frivolous beauty of SpringOr the tragedy of AutumnAfter a year of waiting, silently watching,The joy of comfort returns at lastAnd life can rejoice in the glorious splendorThat fills the world with the songs of birdsBut oh the great facade! The dangerous trap!The front of SummerThat one should believe its well-crafted liesIgnored is the promise of the death about to comeThough it is plain to see, life is cruelly deceivedInto thinking that it should carry on indefinitelyThe warm season - false prophecy of desiresEvery year it comes, and every year