He to fall unconditionally
Now Fully Fledged wings fly
To save ever more so
From the burning sky
The time has come
The time has risne
To flee once more
Among the Heaven's and Hells wrath
By the darkness flight
To engage in a one armed fight
For there maybe more than smoke and wisps
Demon may land on hold
And drag all Heavenly hosts down to bold
But Lapsus is not a spoken for Fallen celest
Blood drips from cruel smiles
And sunlight glistens from purified wings
For on days which devilish nights cloud even....The
Sights of blood from He
So even fanged tyranny may end for a while
While An Angel finally hangs in bile
Clouds roll in. . . bringing more Angel feathers
Closest to those, destined for Hell
But He is no........death
For such an encryption lies wasted in vein
And bloods draw solemn swords
and broken spears
DEMON is waiting
With fires of furnace
with sin struck soul armor
As an axe is slashed across his side
Grin and bear it, and continue a
personalized vegeance of Hell
No massacre to befall, or befell it
Such we deem lies
The Knight and the Paladin
One surviving his own greatful wishes
The other for one ideal of solitude
Slash and clash to the bitter remaints
Ash and hell fire billow
And more destruction to befell and foretold
As neither struggles or remains victor
But when all it seems is truly lost
The Knight becomes severed and broken whole
The Paladin ever remorseful and resourceful
Unleashes True wickedness
Supposedly the Knight was never seen
but rather an Angel of death with a warrant against him....
No Life may lead, No Life
maybe seen
As one massacre is befallen
And out stands the smoldering of a cold world
sigh escapes his lips, he is no more.
A massacre once must now expect an untold fate
As all rests,
In misery hands
The triumphant say That the Paladin
held on for 3 seconds before the Knight slew him
Than all was lost
DEMON of great design could not kill
That which is to be. . . . . . .
Executioner. . . . . . .
Hell and Heaven's fire dwell on...
Nothing more.............
The Lord picked the victor . . . .
The Paladin would never fill another soul
Angel of Massacre breathes deeply (sighful gasps of ash)
For Life is fire
And sorrow rain
Stand and RIs e once more
And stake your claim
Doth it is written
That Massacres
demons
may truly hold true
And existence made between the two.
And only one survives
Massacre serves the true purpose of the world
ELIMINATE, KILL, LUST FOR ALL DESTRUCTION
SAVE ONLY THYSELF
And sacrifice yourself
For the greater good
sigh
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I write A LOT and sometimes rhyme makes you oddly add words that change the message you are trying to convey, or they add odd rhythm...Just a thought. It is sometimes hard to follow because of your rhyme scheme. But strong, nonetheless.