A thousand white angels
Drifting gracefully down,
Heavens claim to innocence.
Slowly they fall,
Slowly turning black.
The guilt and sorrow,
Humanities arrogance
Cloaking them in sadness.
Slowly they fall,
Turning to ash.
A sign held up high,
“The End is Nigh!”
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
A thousand white angels
Drifting gracefully down,
Heavens claim to innocence.
Slowly they fall,
Slowly turning black.
The guilt and sorrow,
Humanities arrogance
Cloaking them in sadness.
Slowly they fall,
Turning to ash.
A sign held up high,
“The End is Nigh!”