Burkle

A river with eternal flow into who's depths we one day all shall go into a silence of deathly embrace down we all shall go into pure emptiness of an incomparable void stripped of all our merits and stripped of all our sins laid bare as if before a God for the final judgment to be weighted This darkness that surrounds us Clawing at our souls surrounds us every day boring out expanding holes the wings of hope are clipped from shoulders realizations of horrible truths the sun is dead the warmth a hoax the love but an illusion to harbor false hopes. Boring in the hearts of men delusions cloud their minds praying for a relea