Book, bell and candle
The devil that chimes the handle
When an Angels blood is spilt
Armageddon can begin
not by demons brought
But by those of heavenly kin
When the mad man sits
Between his padded walls
And questions the mentality of the sane
And has every right to.
Armageddon can begin.
When the sane man goes mad
And his safe brick home
Turns to bars and padded walls
Armageddon can begin.
When the King falls of his throne
The game of chess renews
The street sweeper whom no one knew
Fades like night
When he goes to hells gate keeper
And is permitted entry
He meats the Ruler deemed mortal
From fake immortality
That is when they realise
That you can be a king or a street sweeper.
But everyone dances with the grim reaper...
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My little hobby...poetry
PoetryPoetry Is something I like writing the most because you can express every emotion .
