The Official Ending

Her face entitled to my destruction. Gossip the serenity to save the movement, as they march and taunt themselves to their own graves. Before there was the Apocalypse there was light. And like most good souls that fell to the hands of destruction it all ended with a sigh. Like the past death is just the marking of our beginning, although for your sake its an alliance. Like a body which has been born rotted before it had a chance to be saved. But redemption is always there, we just tend to skip that page every time. Future repeats itself.