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A Message To Most





Glory hear the angels sing,


Oh, here comes the new born king,


For peace on earth has found its death,


Every drop gone, ancient is its final breath,


So take your families, gather round under the gaping sky,


Today’s the day for all to die,


Gawk and gasp as the angel’s rain down,


From glowing wings to shining gown,


Their trumpets sing a deafening sound,


By justice we are soon to all be drowned.


And the thunder will strike with uncanny force,


Bedtime story creatures ride in by horse,


The heavens become a palette of purple, red, and arrays of blue,


Oh my, most will cry, and no one will know what to do,


The clouds are parting now, and from its mouth meteors descend,


To no living creature will they befriend,


Cities crackle and fall in flames and burn,


Such is the ceremony for His return,


And none of humanities fools may avoid Satan’s eternal rape,


A message to most: you will not escape.





....Haha. Humanitys screwed. Then again, so am I. Damn.

Another Poem. Care To Read?
In glory now hear the eternal Slumber


Of he who dies a thousand times


In darkness his repast does thunder


Of the souls of those who long have died


Darkness is but lights cold friend


For without the one there can be the naught


In calling towards the Long Lost End


Our eternal rebirth will be one unsought


Do not cry kindly for the night


For does night enrapture and increase your worth


Everily does the eternal fight


For our souls dominion on this earth





Satan's song is long and dreary


Of worthless lyric and wantless rhyme


Of all to say that we should be hearing


Is our own song within this limited time


For it's glory comes, our music's ending


Our glory is the here and now


Let us sing our song of sending


Us to heaven's glorious prow





I love your poem, it made me want to write this.





Thank you
Reply:kudos nice thought!!keep it up