A demonic sense of relity has taken over
My mind is flused with the cryptic images
Images of a torn fearful world
A world poverty stricken
And Starvation prevaels
Craving for peace and tranquilty
As the wounded and death rate acsend
There is no help for these people
The grace of God has seemed to miss them
They will spend the rest of there life in unsubsiding pain
And for what reason
The Angels have outcast there lives
No miracles will be preformed
They will die and not be missed
There graves will be nothing but holes in the ground
Surround by those who come before them
Where do these people go when they die
Do they still go to the Magnifent heaven as we
Or do there souls not ascend?
Forever in a blackened hell...
 
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