Resurrection

The soul is hollow

But was once plagued

Will it ever see daylight?

Will it ever be flourishing?

Whole of humanity craves for existence

But have to be resurrected

As the plague diminishes

The soul will rise to see the unordinary

Mankind be obliterated

So that the soil is fine enough

To set foot on once again

The apocalypse is soon ending

The tides will see the sky

Mankind sees the blood moon

And then the last of it as well.