A Battle Between God And Satan

figuratively and literally speaking

Funeral Dust Blows In The Wind

Dead And Dying Lay Threw Out The Lands

Somber Yet Tranquil

Angels Fall To Their Knees

And The Hand Of God Descends His Wrath 

Upon The Innocent

The Grimace Face Of The Fallen

Broken And Beat

Cold Harsh Rain Begins To Fall

Demons Rise Above

Cowardly Taking What Wasn't Theirs

Fallen Angels Pick Them Selves Up

To Their Feet

They Will Fight

Most Fall And Smash Against The Ground

Still With Their Heads Up High

They Fight

Swords Drawn Between Two

Cold Black Eyes In One

Filling His Enemy With A Frozen Feeling

Placid Blue Eyes In The Other

Scaring His Enemy With A Harmonizing Thought

Lashing At Each Other

 Swords Narrowed Down

Flying Toward One Another

Blood

Spew Throughout The Air

Fallen To The Ground

A Grim Face Toward The Other

Laughing As The Other Crumbs In The Dawn Of Light

The Fallen Eyes Finally Rest

Lost Into A World Of Halcyon Dreams

He Will No Longer Rise 

Reviews

[Sharpdeath]

Woah! Do I know you, though?