All i see are Black roses, surrounding me nukes but i stand protected by moses, the world is ending while satan poses, all i see are black roses,

I dont know what i want or who to see, or if anyone can save me, but i dont want help i need it, im actually very strong just dont believe it, a child is in danger, someone feed it, as i walk over there is a screaming hit, the world is shaking i fly south, the last thing i see is the boys open mouth, this memory haunts me in my dreams, lined hard in the seams, i wake in a field standing with the chosens, but everywhere else is just black roses.