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Kitts Apr 2015
There is a war we wage on God
When the heavens open up, his angels fall
Down to the ground at the end of our feet
Giving death to all that oppose the great Nephilim
Even Lucifer himself wishes to topple us with sending his demons
We just laugh at their pathetic attempts
Crawling up our legs like little ants till we just flick them away

The ground littered with a mix of crushed bones and mud made of blood
Blood flowed faster then wine from a Nephilim clay urn
Demon blood and angel blood mixed with human blood
All under the disproving glare of their God
War was the way of life for Nephilim, Humans, Demons and Angels
Godly and ungodly armor covered their rotting corpses on the battlefield called earth

As others fought a war, we played
Played with the bodies like children
Thinking nothing could ever stop our might
But what happened next not even the great thinkers could imagine
Watching as the sky weeped with water down onto the earth
Hearing screams echo across the land with my only thought being “how desperate can God be?

In all the history of man there was never rain
The Nephilim had never known rain either until that day
But neither did the demons and the angels
When the first drops fell the fighting stopped
the screams of panic rang out from all of the beings on earth
Forty days and forty nights the rains fell on earth

Many of lives were lost, but not all
Demons still continued their ongoing sins
Matting with humans to create more Nephilims
That was till an agreement was met between God and Lucifer
Locking away all those that dare touch the human females
All the remaining Nephilims fell to deaths hands
The mighty abominations finally died off
Killed from the fear that we put into Gods eyes

Humans soon forgot about the Nephilims and their ways
But humans forget a lot of things...
It did not help that the angels destroyed what evidence there was left
And history by word of mouth is bound to become just myth, just legend
But the bible of the christians still talk about the people
Born of demons and humans, the heros that are forgotten
I wrote this with a friend...
Mr Xelle Feb 2016
These people are weird
They eat raw and they sip blood
The Nephilims from around the flood
These people sleep like wolves
The kids from old the sons of Wood
The Nephilims from around the flood.
Flesh ripped open smelling like a pack dogs,
You wouldn't believe me if you knew what there trying make a "God".
You read like I'm writing something that you can like and just go on.
Please believe the heartless are on top.
We have faith in Noah to free what is left of us.
THE ZOMBIES THERE TALKING ABOUT is the Nephilim generation but...
You won't believe me if I said "Here They Come".
Pray for I will be a David to my Goliath.
If they **** me it's only because I wasn't Quiet.
Mr Xelle Aug 2019
VVV
Here I lay gasping for words
When it’s all in your head you pick yourself apart just find out even though you are a Big Adult ..you still feel like sometimes like a letter that is lower case.
I’m in a lower place but my room hasn’t changed
I roll over to find thinking stains
My head won’t stop like a fossit and fossils of Dinosaurs and nephilims uhh what I’m saying is I’m getting Older and I still wrestle with these younger days

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