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Ye hath the words...
thou progeny of hell...
ye hath creep'd...
behind the scene...
of every play...
ye hath marked it well...
ye hath known...
and fore known...
of this day...
why then...
display ye no sign...
'cept thy flagg'd finger...
down hath come...
that spirit known...
to harry hell...
tis now upon you...
foul thou spawn...
set on thou fool...
as were the way...
of thou and thine...
destruction's tool...
ye morbid mentor's...
of all death...
without delay...
let us allay...
the doubt this...
may not happen...
for it will...
the hour is come...
arrange ye generals...
lieutenant's...
arrogantcy's in serried ranks...
that angels may...
begin the reaping's...
of thy last defence...
the standards fail...
the watchtower's fall...
she will count...
the dead of you...
he will choose...
the everlasting...
naught is left...
save smoke and dust...
for thy satisfaction...
pleased art thou...
need's not have...
come to this...
alas...
surrender thee...
this day now...
or end forever.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
Art: HD Wallpaper, by artist unknown
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