The Dark Side of Human Beings

We are born under the light of heaven, where evils cannot penetrate our innocent souls. However, as we walk the the Earth, we begin to pollute ourselves with sinful and vehement acts. We turn selfish; we develop greed and lust; we kill; we rape; we torture. We loss ourselves in the midst of acquiring power and money. It totally blinded our eyes and souls.
And we walk without visual assistance only to be guided by our own emotions; constantly unstable and vulnerable to evil temptations. Everyday, we seek more power and money. The next day, next week or next year, it goes the same.
Power.
Money.
We could never grow tired of looking for more, even if it requires sacrifices, we willingly offer them regardless of whatever the conditions would be.
It never suffice.
It never will.
The souls are tainted. The once white cloth, has turned into the ugliest color, that not even light can pierce through the small little fabric. It devours it completely leaving no trace of existence.
Black.
The color of damnation.
The color of death.
The color of despair.
Our souls are tainted but there could still be hope for humanity.
No man has ever escape the temptations of devil. ''

Angel Of Death.

                                          In darkness of the night
                                          I spied him in a tree
                                          Sat I froze by the sight
                                          He was looking at me
                                          The summer's heat became a chill
                                          The angel of death at his kill

                                          My heart skipped with the fright
                                          Blinked my eyes to better see
                                          Glanced back with all my might
                                          Parted he my compaany
                                          My chest was quickly pounding still
                                          The angel of death at his kill

                                           I did rise and take flight
                                           The fear made me to flee
                                           From darkness into light
                                           To free captivity
                                           Unbinding my soul from his will
                                           The angel of death at his kill
                                           Many years since that night
                                           Gazed I on that brazen be
                                           Memories of still incite
                                           Fears of my slavery
                                           Existence of him makes me ill
                                           The angel of death at his kill