When All Is Desolate

When all you see
Are barren wastes unmentioned
Enshrouded devastation
My heart breeds contemplation

The countless lives
Left to annihilation
Souls of a hellbent nation
Reborn into creation

Useless forms of life
You all deserved this blight
I cleanse, erase, and feed
Harvest for the next breed
The cycle must go on
Birthing my holy spawn

When all is desolate
The shadows can hide me
No one path will guide me
I long for each one to see
When all is desolate

No promises are kept
Fleeting, ripped of meaning
I havnt killed you yet

To hell with others
You're my chosen one
Come revel in my gift

When all is desolate

Now that they're gone
It makes communication
Imbuing divination
Preparing isolation

To be the last
Freed from my termination
Left physical location
To pursue my summation

Useless forms of life
You all deserved this blight
I cleanse, erase, and feed
Harvest for the next breed
The cycle must go on
Birthing my holy spawn

You have fulfilled your life
I free you from this blight
My prophet, come with me
Granted transcendency
The cycle must go on
Your angelic respawn

When All Is Desolate