The earth trembles, cracks and shakes,
Above us all the skies come awake.
People scream and run for their lives,
Others pray, merely wasting their time.
From down below the demons rise up,
With their weapons in hand they sound their horn.
Darkness overflows like a blanket over day,
As they prepare for what they're going to take.
From up above the angels fly down,
A blur of massive white wings and golden crowns.
Their trumpets sound and they stand and wait,
Hoping to bring back the light of day.
I look to my left and I look to my right,
I see an army of black and an army of white.
Faced with a decision that will change the world forever,
I stand tall to give my first and final order.
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Poetry Compilation
PoezjaJust a collection of poems I tend to jot down. Please give them a try.
