none shall stand

son of Man son of fools son of myths and imagination do you not know the device that stands before you? what stands before me what surrounds me is a flowering field infested with life, life in all of its essences. burning with souls that roar at the sky beating at the earth, begging for a peace, a spared life, a just end that will never come a flower will not beg for its life it has no strength to give voice to its desire to live i detest, destroy weakness slowly, silently then all at once this flowering field shall not know mercy son of Man none shall stand none shall rise again the sun will rise over a dead world and i shall make it to fall myself and who shall have the strength of soul to bear the device that stands before you? when the sword glistens in the light, who shall witness the flash of death? who can bear it all to watch me drown the light?