Apocalypse

White winged demons like translucent snow

Swarm forth like birds from the trees 

Into the crimson sky like an unholy blizzard

Chanting of death and disease.

Unearthly cries fill the smoggy cold air

Sounds ancient beyond this world’s time

And terror unfurls like the devil’s dark wings

As the death bells of this planet chime.

 

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