The Rapture
Tiny specks of distant stars fills the night..
Green leaves of dead trees covers the ground..
Here I am seeking for salvation in the light..
Trapped in the thoughts of my little world..
Voices from fallen angels filled my ear
The whispers of Enochian drives a chill trough my spine
The dark seems darker n the stars fell onto the earth
The thrill sends every1 into a frantic race
Sounds of ghosts and demons hung in the air
And the moon turned red as the clouds disappeared
Tears Hung on the walls of my eyes..
The smell of burning brimstone filled my nose..
Wailing n screaming seems to be a lullaby
And eerie sound is on every corner
M bewildered by this sight
Confusion has never overthrown the earth in such manner
Rain that fell from the sky turned to blood
And I realized its the #RAPTURE
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