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Demons in khaki suits Stand with baited breath, Smoked glasses held high, As God shows us all What He means by death. Disintegration By starlight. A fire of heaven. Oh, bow before his might; Blasted by wings of angels Back and forth, Left ablaze in the wrath of the sword, Until your atoms are shriven Of their bonds to this earth. The demons clap and cheer, Red eyes grinning as they smoke. We grovel in your glory, Piteous wails stopped in silence; Choked. A spherical void To turn our tainted air to traces, And leave a newly cleared path Of charred stone and empty spaces. The vacuum fills to receive Guests with the promise of your blessing; A half-life prayer, Good for a thousand years Of deformed children And cancer tears.
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
The Great Day of Wrath
Demons in khaki suits Stand with baited breath, Smoked glasses held high, As God shows us all What He means by death. Disintegration By starlight. A fire of heaven. Oh, bow before his might; Blasted by wings of angels Back and forth, Left ablaze in the wrath of the sword, Until your atoms are shriven Of their bonds to this earth. The demons clap and cheer, Red eyes grinning as they smoke. We grovel in your glory, Piteous wails stopped in silence; Choked. A spherical void To turn our tainted air to traces, And leave a newly cleared path Of charred stone and empty spaces. The vacuum fills to receive Guests with the promise of your blessing; A half-life prayer, Good for a thousand years Of deformed children And cancer tears.
mv-blake
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
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