"Untitled" by David Howe 2009
A light napalm mist of rain
a wave of souls the seven seas shall claim
tears of the angels fall to the earth as glass
shattered dreams of the Seraphim Prince shall pass.
The heart of eternal dark and dread
miss a beat, miss a rythm miss the call it's dead
blood from the devils ripple through the crimson pools
cut the cords of ambitions attached to all these fools.
Arrows of rust and plague and plight
choirs of bladesongs sharpest light
knocked and ready, waiting for the word
make your point, make it potent, make the notes be heard.
The darkness and the light are joined as one
against the souless, the faceless unforgiving son
a by-product of all religon and belief
the unbeliever, the deciever, the assassin and thief
You don't have to choose a pantheon or myth
just believe, and victory shall be your gift.
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