Tell me, what does this mean?
Bleeding black and blue, the random heart pumps anew, for an awkward song.
Without direction, the rain will fall ceaselessly, and beat horribly.
Bright swaths of madness, take out the holy angels, and manifest dark.
Killing fields of blood, outside the cities of peace, how will the martyr?
Calm the bloody storm, to find painful another, last breath of the life.
The never again, black sweeps across sorrowful, nipping at the hope
Minefield love and death, smoke and mirrors and plentiful, expectation bath.
Eyes filled with hate, mucks with only one problem, time's running backwards.
For the last cookie, worst is brought out to turn face, crack open the rock.
Rock filled with the life, and all the people just stare, as the gods fall dead.
No tale can survive, not much going on in hell, humans immortal.
Flowers in full bloom, they message out to the poor, in Pandora's box.
New legends arise, and the milk will grow so stale, with the breath cackling.
Monsters in the dawn, speak the almost new language, and tempt the hated.
Much to be learned now, as the mummy will arise, drink all the water.