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Question:A Message To Most

Glory hear the angels sing,
Oh, here comes the new born king,
For peace on earth has found its death,
Every drop gone, ancient is its final breath,
So take your families, gather round under the gaping sky,
Today’s the day for all to die,
Gawk and gasp as the angel’s rain down,
From glowing wings to shining gown,
Their trumpets sing a deafening sound,
By justice we are soon to all be drowned.
And the thunder will strike with uncanny force,
Bedtime story creatures ride in by horse,
The heavens become a palette of purple, red, and arrays of blue,
Oh my, most will cry, and no one will know what to do,
The clouds are parting now, and from its mouth meteors descend,
To no living creature will they befriend,
Cities crackle and fall in flames and burn,
Such is the ceremony for His return,
And none of humanities fools may avoid Satan’s eternal rape,
A message to most: you will not escape.

....Haha. Humanitys screwed. Then again, so am I. Damn.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: A Message To Most

Glory hear the angels sing,
Oh, here comes the new born king,
For peace on earth has found its death,
Every drop gone, ancient is its final breath,
So take your families, gather round under the gaping sky,
Today’s the day for all to die,
Gawk and gasp as the angel’s rain down,
From glowing wings to shining gown,
Their trumpets sing a deafening sound,
By justice we are soon to all be drowned.
And the thunder will strike with uncanny force,
Bedtime story creatures ride in by horse,
The heavens become a palette of purple, red, and arrays of blue,
Oh my, most will cry, and no one will know what to do,
The clouds are parting now, and from its mouth meteors descend,
To no living creature will they befriend,
Cities crackle and fall in flames and burn,
Such is the ceremony for His return,
And none of humanities fools may avoid Satan’s eternal rape,
A message to most: you will not escape.

....Haha. Humanitys screwed. Then again, so am I. Damn.

In glory now hear the eternal Slumber
Of he who dies a thousand times
In darkness his repast does thunder
Of the souls of those who long have died
Darkness is but lights cold friend
For without the one there can be the naught
In calling towards the Long Lost End
Our eternal rebirth will be one unsought
Do not cry kindly for the night
For does night enrapture and increase your worth
Everily does the eternal fight
For our souls dominion on this earth

Satan's song is long and dreary
Of worthless lyric and wantless rhyme
Of all to say that we should be hearing
Is our own song within this limited time
For it's glory comes, our music's ending
Our glory is the here and now
Let us sing our song of sending
Us to heaven's glorious prow

I love your poem, it made me want to write this.

Thank you

kudos nice thought!!keep it up