I see the shadows, I see the snakes, and all the cost of your lies and fakes.
I see the war that is about to come those awful fires that fall from above.
I see your shadows, your twisting snakes, all your horrid lies, your awful fakes.
All will die, all fall. None survive the fires, that apocalypse that rains from above. The blood will flow like rivers and your snakes will bathe in it with the dead. The sun blotted out by so great a sin your shadow will become the darkness consuming all with in.
And you will answer my question as this all does come to pass, with what will be our final, fleeting breaths…
Did you ever really think to win?