Fallen

Stranded on a deserted nonhabitant environment Like an island that's being plagued with homicide Each ravened being has their soul eaten dry, the rebirth of animalistic features takes a toll on their humane functionality As they nolonger see the Invincible beauty of humanity but rather they embody a demasked figure of an awakened force that shape-shifts through their unbearable memories of pain. Whilst feeding off the engrained agony, it's restless desire of Power grows even more obese. Like a black cloud, it roams every corner of the earth, preying on its next victim. As inexplicable as it may sound, but this remorseless entity is nothing but a summoned fallen angel, that seeks to finish off what it had intended to claim in the rightful kingdom of God. It's failure not only banished it to the far ends of hell, but has immersed its redemption to strive harder than the last tradegy. Oh, how I fear this may be the end of me, the end of us, as we all are in need of safety Where can you hide if the only place that's being a burden to you, is the inside.