The Outcome Of A Great Escape

The arts of cruelity fell upon us.
searching for the possible ways we could move.
thoughs had been racing cross our minds
but nothing had stop us from moving on

Racking and poundering over our path.
we heard sonic booms everywhere
as though a war is about to kick off
with our unlimited support we cheered upon the soaring battle tanks
what we can do is to just move on and free our self from misery

Killing our soul were a vasting ocean.
wondering where our light at the end of the oceans lead to
scouting the possible danger
soon chills went through our spine
as the treant looks at us, we fasten our pace
but it seem as though it was goign at full speed trying to devour us