The Fallen

By Frater Mastema

The sun came up on the seventh day,
The air was cloudy and the sky was grey,
The copper head arose, and had his way,
The Earth was doomed on its very first day.

The sun went down on the seventh night,
The air was clear and the sky was bright,
The figures arose in the star lit night,
and it all began.
A battle rages in the golden streets,
An Angel fallen, not in defeat,
Gods that live and Gods that die,
Always changing sides.

Never to show,
Filled with lies,
Stony Hearts and hard inside,
Blood to spill but never let die,
Never rest in peace.

Paradise looms,
A receding dream,
A vision of what could be,
A hope,
A dream,
One night of peace,
Just one last feast.

Hell is my mind, heaven my soul,
A temple forms when I am whole,
An endless land, a forever sea,
Never cross me.

When they came from above,
Bringing with them perfect love,
Now a hell, living on Earth,
Please set us free.

Armageddon, comes and goes,
Final Victory does not show,
Life keeps on,
Try to be strong,
Build the bond,
Soul so strong,
Eternal life,
Eternal strife.

Matter in motion, life is flowing, energy blowing, life force slowing,
Mother of creation, father brings annihilation, gods of power, guardians of the tower,
Demons bring the blood, warriors in mud, the lords on the run.

World is hanging, times are changing,
We must prepare, you must care,
Could be the end, or could blend,
And begin,

Exultation,
Permutation,
Contemplation,
Preservation,
A new creation,
A new foundation!

I heard a loud voice speaking from the temple to the seven angels, "Go and pour out the seven bowls of God's fury upon the earth"
REVELATION 16:1