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Nov 2017
A great flying devil
With wings made of steel
Tore through the universe
And ripped through the sky like a knife.

The cold Autumn air
Turned hotter than the sun
Burning skin to tar
And bones to the asphalt below

The gaping maws of glass
Caught the soot filled air
As the world screamed
And the universe fell around them.

A shockwave cracked
Every cloud in the sky
And sent heaven itself
Down to the realms below

Pieces of the Devil
Rained down, jagged and hatefilled
Leaving bullet holes
As a reminder to all.

And this was in the name
Of the most righteous of gods.
A great flying devil
With wings made of steel
5,913 days ago, the devil stretched its wings for the first and last time. He forever carved his mark into the world’s history
Written by
Austin Mizelle  17/M/Where dreamers sleep
(17/M/Where dreamers sleep)   
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