Hollowed Grief

Hollowed grief,
a breath of silence
Engulfs joy, the laughter-science
A battle fought, that altered time
What I would call, a bitter crime

Four dimensional, dreams of mine
I struggle forward, lushed by wine
A battle fought, that changed it all
and death's fingers,
are yet to call

Take me to, take me to
the realm of recreation
Take me to, take me to
the realm of salvation

A chicken race, against the end
For demons hords, there is no defence
But God He'll gladely guide me to
where no evil will, harm me do