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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It is this night They do take flight To carry out this bloody fight Through the air, they soar so high Knowing that some will die Up from the depths For their last chance A fight for the world To rule human aspect As they aproach A trumphet does sound The angels swoon towards the ground below Blade's of steel pointed out Ready to cut demon hearts out Grotesque figures ready to pounce Claws are poised to rip throats out A putrid stink clings from hell Demons afire, Armageddon desired In one swift moment These beings collide A war has been started Unlike any other kind A war for the earth And all humankind Blood pours fourth upon the ground Crunching of bones a sickening sound Crimson tide woe's, Angels fall lifelessly down Blood soaked wings dripping red Pain filled moans resound Bloodied claws reaching out Slaughterous choas all about Internecine no doubt Bloodly-minded demons screaming vile names We will win this war in satan's name River's of blood is bled Micheal and satan meet head to head Satan's voice booms You die this night for a race that has no love but for their own power and might Their selfish and greed proves they follow me Micheal old and wise Sword whipping in air Their true fate is god's to decide He gave them the means to have their own choice I the divine seraphim will uphold to this point Satan grabs hold of one of his six wings spread Rips it from micheal with murderous tread Blood flows down onto the ground Creating a pool reflecting carnage of the mislead Satan's horned head thrown back in a meniacal laugh Micheals sword flung high Brought down with all heavenly force To end this bloody fight Sure and true it hits it's marked source Slicing through the neck of what once was the most beautifull cherubim in heaven reside The blackest blood did bleed for all to see Thick and prutred It is the end of our enemy
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