A Soul so pure
Clearer than any crystal,
Brighter than any Sun.
In a place upon Heaven,
Next to God's own throne,
Side by side.
Waves crash with each other
As Angels fight with their own.
To find that gleaming Soul
To be shown as the one,
Who seeks and finds what is lost.
Reaping each other, as the days go on.
Till thou found thy soul and brought it to it's place.
On Heaven's second throne, side by side with God's.
He looks out, realizing,
That all was a mistake.
A tear slowly makes its way down His cheek, still seeing the crimson mess,
All hangs on His shoulders
As He leaves no note behind, no thought nor apology to spare.
Humanity takes over all created.
Destroying the first home.
And their own home.
Thoughts racing through my mind.
I stay silent, watching over all.