From dove to angel
like a life left altered
yet pretty like flames of candle
graceful, soft, and pure as a dove
yet powerful, holy, bringing fire from above
Your war cries are sweet and joyess
as you slay the dragon
who looks up at u with saddness
you laugh at the stupidity
as six heads strike
letting the blow fall
yet with no wound just bruise on ankle
you stand with no pain
while dragon runs in vain
Darkness will run abroad
till angels come down
to kill the fraud
darkness shall have no frown
ruling your rightful people
till the dawn of a new day
its so plain and simple
we must wait till glorious day
There shall be a disappearing
but don't worry for there come an appearing
the end comes when the seventh is broken
the last is Armageddon
your flock shall come home
for they will be safe and sound
yet Earth shall be left for destruction
and with darkness on your throne
he better be ready for desecration
The ten rulers will give us freewill
only a few will live to remember
your cosmic battle of truth and skill
all of your own shall come home after
and the rest will go to hell
The end of days is your victory
you and your saints shall look into pit of flame
as dragon of darkness is to proud for mercy
By Nathan Koontz
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