An Unfinished Story
Where there was once light,
now shadows dwell.
I watched as angels burned,
and fell down to hell.
Their bodies charred,
and their wings but ash.
As the evils begin to win in this world,
but the most precious thing,
to ever be had,
is the love of their God,
and the strength in his hands.
So as they physically fell,
they returned unto him.
In time they can heal,
then turn back and fight sin.
It is faith that will win,
either abandoned or still kept.
They'll know in the end,
in the few who are left.
So, I pray that I may,
stand alongside these kin.
Then turn the world back,
to how it should’ve always been.
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