A Wake-Up Call

You who’s shadowed by obscurity and despair,

Look with your hallowed soul!

Those folks,

They had been walking so long,

With pathetic lust.

Until dark sky rings a bell,

Reminiscing those days,

No more stepping out of the door,

Into the dazzling moonlight,

All that’s left is bizarrely bitter air,

With eerie gloominess and misery,

Hail!

Demented creatures rise,

Slaying here and there.

The sense of bloody air,

Occupying the cosmos.

Oh, a wake-up call.