Beelazbub and Michael
" TIS THE DAWNING OF A NEW AGE!"
THE ANGEL'S CRY.
NO MORE PAIN, HURT OR LIES
BEELZEBUB SET ASIDE A PLACE FOR
MY TORMENTED SELF.
ARISEN FROM ASHES, COMES THE
END FOR MY PEOPLE-THOUGH I NEVER
HAD ANY.
THE CLOCK TICKS TO TWELVE; SO THE
CALENDER YEAR'S COME TO AN END.
ON THE DAWNING LIGHT I SEE WHAT
HAS BECOME OUR PLIGHT.
LIFE CONTINUES ON WITHOUT
KNOWLEDGE OF THIS CLOSING.
MATTER'S BECOME INSIGNIFICANT, TO
THE CRAZED DWELLER'S ON EARTH.
SO COMES THE JUDGEMENT OF THOSE
WHO KNOW NOT FROM BIRTH!
SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND, A ONCE
HIDDEN PATH.
KNOW NOW ALL THAT HAS ALWAYS
ESCAPED OUR GRASP!
WRATH WILL BE QUICK, DEATH A TRUE
JOY.
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