Darkened souls,
Beloved by the fallen angel,
Hated by our holy god.
Demons play.
People suffer.
Fires dance around the ungodly land.
All creatures wait for the rising.
The rising of the one.
The one who will rule the world.
Skies fade to black.
Wind whips the face of a child.
The ground trembles with fear.
The exiled beast roars with anger.
His fur rises as he growls.
He pushes past the realm of the dead.
The ferocious beast pounces on to the land Of the god believers.
Death has bloomed.
They will all die with the newcomer.
Souls of the good will become souls of the bad.
Death will not succumb to the cries of the lord.
This is the one time that they will win.
The one time that they will rule.
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My Poems
My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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