Atanatos

The daylight is drying up in the dusky mysterious veils. Eternal night,
overhelming darkness, the sky is lighted up by flashes. Bleeding clouds,
torn
by frosty storms of the universe, are rushing down to the burning earth.
Endless streams, fall of sorrow and agony are running away from the
indestructable gate of evil. Teared up by wild hurricans, hoarse screams
of
anguished creatures. Pain and hopelessness are falling down to the dusky
ground like a dirty rain and are making all human beings be quiet. To
escape
the heat twitching bodies are turning in the plateaus of mud seeking for
moisture though their water masses have already changed into dust.
Caught by
black demons of darkness, diabolic peddles of mercilessness are sweeping
across the degenerated earth. It is happening this time of prophecy.
Predicted thousands of years ago. Never taken seriously but still caused
inconsiderateness and selfishness of mankind.