The pain
The pain came from nowhere
A gift from cruel gods.
The new beginning flying through the sky
Cutting atmosphere with its tip.
Where it landed a cloud formed
A symbol of this angel of death.
The sisters Fate laughed in their thrones
As the wheels of despair took their turn,
Watching waiting for the broken souls
To cry in tortured agony.
Burn was borne
from where the death angel fell,
her crimson banner clouded the sky
as she brandished her crown of thorns.
Time moves as the Mother dies
While her children, her murderers, live
as scavengers of her carcass.
Sickly feeling in bowels as putrid bile forms
in long depraved mouths.
The rain gave no respite as the drops fell hard as stone
with raindrops warm as lava pools no water to consume.
no food, no care as the sun scorched sweat woven hair
and men died on rocky desert sands.
With our eyes down a stutter
we asked what happened.
The wind answered The world is empty
So we walked amongst the damned.
Reason for writing:
Wolfgang....Wervirung
Birth sign: Not entered
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