Angels fly over the darkened skies,
crying in the eye of the storm,
the world falling under Lucifer's hand,
the stars falling on the horizon.
God rises over the darkened mountains,
drying the valleys flooded in tears, —
all across the earth as the Messiah comes
and takes me with Him.
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My Poems
My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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