bloodied angels have passed me by,
the shadows of doom that no longer lie..
for death excels and destruction still,
the boots of destiny yet to be filled,
run into the ground,
they still abound.
dead in waiting..
to forever hound.
cuts and bruises no longer bleed,
there is no need; there is no greed.
the clipped wings, engulfed in ire..
when vengeance alone is hearts desire..
simmered and burned..
till they return..
to turn the stones left unturned,
do believe...
in dismay and grieve...
for Satan will pale if wrath unloose,
when souls defeated, and blood will ooze..
the dead do speak, it all looks bleak...
for fate alone is woefully weak...
IT ALL HANGS IN THE BALANCE...FOR THE MOMENT
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