The beginning of sorrow has come.

You cannot build but can destroy with what is left on earth.

Damage, now permanent, is yet enhanced day by day by unstoppable =



greed.

You are never truly happy unless one suffers more than yourself.

The choice is none, you will live in a world where you must fight a =



battle.

Some weaker, some stronger, in termination we'll die as one.

We fight amongst ourselves, enhanced by racial difference.

Our hatred never to diminish, it's just growing and growing 'till =



out day of release.

We race towards the years of tribulation, where wars, plagues and =



the antichrist.



What is the antichrist?

What is it's form?

Questions still asked yet unanswered.

No need for answers, with it's arrival brings sorrow, a sorrwo sonn =



dealt upon all.



Perhaps it's a pestilence in a form of virus spreading in it's own =



epidemic.

Perhaps it is famine killing off millions.

Does this happen 'cause we lack enough food.



One man's greed affects others less privileged, a cruel form of =



population control.

Why does this happen?

It is predestined fate not open for reason or change.

It's all been predicted, we'll die in vast numbers of a sickness =



that has no known cure.

We'll play the unknowing yet all are aware tribulation is here now =



for sure.