What is this? Shadows walking embracing their own tombs... while an ubiquitous claw is grasping everybody's light...
Where are the heroes?
Where are the muses?
Where are the gods?
Where are the angels?
Where?
Where?
Where?...
Poison inoculated... and dirty nauseating cloths impeding the touch of an air already toxic...
Why are you quiet?
Why are you silent?
Why are you betraying all and everything?
It is coming the storm...
It is coming the battle... the final battle... are you ready?
