(Second part, Dedication: To Kala Shafer)

The Upcomng Apocalypse

I

The flames of war,
Heavenly bodies fighting preternatural hellspawns,
Leaving the Earth a wasteland,
Raking bodies to and fro,
Mutilating spirits cuming forth,
Ripping torso after torso of humiliated flesh
Of those caught in the crossfire's broth
(To taste of the ethereal battle and war).

Dance macabre little underlings,
Fallen angles and spawns,
Blessed thou art in the arts of war.

Dance in spiritual righteousness,
Cherub and Seraph,
Blessed thou art in the eyes of the Lord.

Preternatural righteousness,
Making a hell of earth both forces,
Of instead a heaven so pure and joyous.
Burning so indiscreminately like a wicked Babylon,
The young virgin as a filthy whore.

Share the fate of the world we will,
Burn with it our flesh as the trees themselves will,
Let us worship His Will,
Even if we burn in the flames of the earth.

Nonetheless as spirits we shall be damned,
Spiriling down to hell we shall be rammed,
Forgotten like the heathens we were,
or moreover like those we acted after the war.

Shining Feriluce, proud blackened Cherub with wings so mighty,
we soon shall share your fate.
Attached to hell's flames and fighting,
to regain a sense of forgiveness but met,
those who would take their punishment lightly.

~*~*~

II

I feel like not myself,
A burning desire,
A flame to the pyre,
So soon to wither and die.
Please put back the fuel to rekindle,
To feed my soul hungry as a grindle,
Devouring flesh.

Set my skin to cool,
But feed my soul the fire it needs.
Place my arms on yours,
that your touch makes my pain recede.

Make me forget I was ever mortal,
Make me forget I was ever human,
Make me forget I ever needed pain
to function under normal circumstances.

Fill me with your love,
That this hell has chased away,
Fill me with your purity,
That Dis has taken away.

Lift me up from the suffering.
 
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