Poetic Omen

Stirring wind, moving clouds, chills upon your face

Silent sounds, trembling ground light beams from outer space

Friend or foe, world don't know, but it's on its way

Here it comes, sinners run, is this judgement day?

Repertoire worked thus far, now you've gone astray

Feeble scream not a dream you are here to stay

Time moves slow, stand alone, is the future grim?

Here at last, present of past Poetic Omen

With all its glory, catastrophe

Still some can't see

Writhing fury, ecstasy, fear unknown

Shallow breath, heart beats fast, no relief

Falling back, deep black hole, anxiety

Dark waters rise, no forest grow

But deserts thrive, while hell's below

You stand alone, in this purgatory,

Poetic Omen ends your story

Stirring wind, moving clouds, chills upon your face

Silent sounds, trembling ground light beams from outer space

Friend or foe, world don't know, but it's on its way

Here it comes, sinners run this is judgement day.

With all its glory, catastrophe

Still some can't see

Writhing fury, ecstasy, fear unknown

Shallow breath, heart beats fast, no relief

Falling back, deep black hole, anxiety