The Riot For Soul

Birds of heavenly flight roam the air With spear-like feathers and cotton hair Stabbing each other amid the burning skies As usual, the gods and darkness shut its eyes Each smiting strong swing with feathered sword Alas! This aerial chaos would damn the world - Tears of violence rains poisonous blood; Under the above flows in rickety flood Angels battles earth's innocent demon For who owns that special soul; its uncommon To be absent from an 'eagle's eyes' and still abstain From sin - thus envy rocks both gods war train Accouterments and arsenals of captivity was launched Gods above and below both sucker punched Each other; damnation and falling spirits loiters With damaged wings and melted metals Fear envelop mortals as they poke Their ways off the streams of flood and smoke Capped with hope, yet thunderous roars quakes their hearts Who would lead us through the blissful paths? Or...Silence! let us all pray Pray? The gods have turned us preys Look up mate! The gods have gone astray!! Like a prayer of an atheist they cuddled their frays