Sanctuary
The sanctuary, a place of peace.
The sanctuary, were the angels of heaven flock.
Why must we stay in this sanctuary, where all that is achieved is peace?
One has moved on.
Two have made their peace.
Three have been escorted
to the gates of heaven.
How many more must meet their maker?
The harbinger comes
wielding bullets of silver.
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