The Day the Angels Marched
I knew there would be a time
The day the Angels marched
To the River Styx they headed
There's evil to be torched
Lucifer and his lurid
To our surface they have risen
As they corrupt, plunder and kill
Our survivors to their hell like prisons
To eradicate this evil
The depths they need to go
Combat instead of mediation
To match them blow by blow
They meet at the gates of Hades
On mass with shields and swords
In evils, dreaded hellish eyes
The might, as the angels hoard
Lightening flashes zag
The cue for them to attack
In delta formation they swoop
Heroism, there will be no lack of that
Weapons blessed by higher
Cut down the lowest dregs of all
Winged saviour's all of them
In the end will stand so tall
This planet will remember
The day the Angels marched
When evil was finally defeated
Beaten, earthed and torched
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