Crossin the Picket Line In Heaven

There they stand Swords in hand The one has crossed their line They wait so still Lusting the kill The one fears his own combine Halos on the ground Tossed with a frown The one can feel the climb His nation bleeds slow His angels a glow With death on their mind He failed his armada They stand like no other Waiting for the one to come down He slips on his robe They feel shock in the globe As he floats down the steps of his cloud Cannibals roar with hate They cant wait to debate As the one prepares to cross the line He delivered his words With a shock in his verbs And spelled out to his crew now sublime He promises them To follow through his amend And fix all that broke from his hands As he did prepare A sword entered his bare And sliced him open as they stand "Know now you will die From the hands of your spys As we did all the work for you Regret so do we For too late so we be And the damage was done from your move" As the one passes on The light turns to dark His eyes shut as he sees himself true For he greets himself kind For he crossed the picked line Of the Angels that he raised as his own Now he lays dead As they fight for the head Of the one that gave them life from his clone Be prepared to die slow Befriend no one to make sure That your head wont roll down life's bone