apocolypse

Apocalypse

A pretty broken town aflame
Shines vibrant in the night
And high above, the deathbells ring,
Screams muffled by their chimes

 

Whatever god you're praying to
You'd better pray right now
The wolves are snarling, wild and free
Set loose upon the town

 

A dormant church, a brilliant light
Stained panes reflect their tints
Mosaic of their glory hues
No angels left within

 

Whatever star you're wishing on
Better hope the heavens fall
A prophecy of wrath fulfilled
Ignored their warning call

 

Now horsemen thunder through the streets
Sculpted from the hells
Four chariots to ferry sin
No lost souls left to sell

Author's Notes/Comments: 

February 2012

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