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These first two lines have been repeating in my head for months now, and I don't know if I wrote them or someone else did, so if these belong to someone else, I'm sorry and I'll fix it immediately!! Hehe...read on.
Kiss the heavens, it is done,
The end of all has finally come,
The sky is covered with Beelzebub's wings,
The time has come for hell-filled things.
For what shall happen with heavens fall?
What happens when God damns us all?
The war is over, can't you see,
The heavens alight with insanity?
Crumbled angels, dead in grass,
Sometimes whole, sometimes halves,
Standing above them the demons stare,
Laughing through their wild glares.
The dying angels gaze up high,
With hope and fear clear in their eyes,
Will a savior come back down,
And lift them from this blood soaked ground?
Yet the moon stays firmly before the sun,
It seems their time has finally come,
No God flies down to save them now,
Only hell with whispered vows.
Deplete of faith they start to cry,
Never realizing that God has died.
Another image turned to dust,
Another soul begins to rust.
So hush now child, don't you see?
The heavens alight with insanity?
We must be swift, for nothings left,
Sans the whispered prayers for death.
Please forgive me my child, for this is true,
There's only one way I can save you.
See the angels lying down?
Lie next to them upon the ground,
And turn your head, do not peak,
And in your soul please try to seak.
You are the last, the chosen one,
Please my child, show us the sun?
A mortal falls straight to the ground,
The child turns to look around,
His protector dead upon the grass,
But he must lie down as the demons pass.
What God must be to forsake them all!
He swears this time he shall not fall.
The child suddenly made a man,
He lifts his head, he takes a stand.
In the darkness of feigned eclipse,
One speck of light does now exist.
A glimmer of hope, too dull to see,
But the only hope to now be free.
He takes the sword from the angels side,
And takes a breath, prepared to die.
God did fall, but he shall not,
And the child calls the demons with just that thought.
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