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Description
He flies on the wings of an angel,To the depths, to have lunch with a devil.
Devout follower,
Of a great not-there,
And he’ll see us all in peril.
He rides the apocalypse,
Rules with an Iron Fist.
And when the time has come,
Arise will, his cult of none,
And atop our fates he sits.
For at the end of days,
When there is no more left to say,
His whisper shall slice,
Through the destroyers of life,
And restore the prospect of today.
But his mind is not at rest,
It’s apocalyptic, at best.
For down here on Earth,
We dwell in our mirth,
And have failed the ultimate test.
His afterlife will cease,
Saved from the beasts
That live in this world
And with wings unfurled,
The chaos, he will set free.
