The Death of the World Part Two

For many heavy days and dark nights the heart must suffer to make sense of the mire encasing it.  For without this toil, there would be no use of the savior who comes to save all hearts from the darkness that clamps its razor teeth into the very crevices of the soul.  The captive spirits struggle to break free from their bondage, but all to no avail.  There is no hope for those valiant warriors who fight so persistently against the darkness.  There is no plot to describe the desperation and hopelessness that grips the only things good on the desecrated planet.  Then, out of the ashes of despair and decay, a hero is born.