Throwing stones at fallen angels cast out
Hark the black rain
falling from heaven's realm
the black feather clouds
of Lucifer's crown.
at fallen angels
cast down from the heavens
The blood stained legend
of grand civil wars
Thundering louder than grand stampedes
hell bent on the salvation of destruction
Cruel fates sacrificing
on the black scorched plane
Zombies roaming, bowing heads in silent prayer
not knowing they are dead.
Not acknowledging either darkness nor light
the cheapness of human life is fleeting, yet it value is truly unreachable.