Saved

warm tears fall from my weakened eyes to the tathered ground as my ears begain to silence the sound shadows of evil surround my presents as spirits of light fall in my essence my brother.... my brother.... your nearing the light just try to repent and continue your fight as the paster raise my hands in this joyous occasion i felt the spirits of darkness evasion the invasion of my lord enter my personal equation now what is going to be my ceremonial occasion? my eyes begain to brighten i am no longer lost as the city of fallen angels start to pay their own cost.