Jun 15, 2004 08:53
WELL.... i have nothing going on in my life... so i thought i'd just post random poetry from now on if i have nothin' better to right so....
Phase 1: The War
Halo's found on the Ground
a Hellish storm, a civil War
Where will the go if they die?
The Seraph Choir,
Wingless and sobbing
at the hands of a thousand eyes
put forth there last effort
and a new is born.
They name him morg,
the slayer
"FIGHT, FIGHT,
fight for us morg,
we need you now for all.
slay them all
for the sake of your own.
after it's done
you'll have your reward
a place of your own."
And all is done,
their world is safe.
but what of the next,
the earth, the home,
a place of all he hates.