Mar 28, 2005 03:30
Our enemies in the heavens
Circling in our skies
Filling the air with their black taint
The weak fall on bended knee, with prayers to their saint
Alone unto ourselves we dive
Through the endless fragments of night and day
No thoughts of return linger in our minds
Such a world surely deserved no courtesy
The day heaven opened its arms, bringing no mercy
Empires returned to the dust from which they came
The earth washed clean with wind and rain
Creating a heaven from what was once our hell
Divine shadows fell on the treacherous lives of man
Such fear could be given no name
The day all was restored to the emptiness from which it came
I'm sure you will enjoy ripping this little composition of mine apart. *Side long glance at matt and ben* I throw it at the mercy of your criticism.