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When Darkness fell and War began


When ashes fell from the sky,

I knew that time had come,

So had the good-byes,

You hear the sound of a gun,

It shows they did try.

 

The fire starts to rage,

And they commence to panic,

The world will then age,

All is now frantic,

It's all a haze.

 

That last gunshot,

Filled my core,

The happiness started to rot,

And I began to feel sore,

It was a lesson taught.

 

The brute battle,

Was vague,

People have begun to prattle,

About the plague,

All was lost but brattle.

 

An Armageddon is upon us,

Man feared conflictions,

And thus,

Lead to false predictions,

And no trust.

 

In this cataclysmic place,

We are inmates,

Who erase,

All the mistakes,

And embrace.

 

We are but a seed,

In the ground floor,

Beg and plead,

To be something more,

Than just a weed.

 

Gather our weapons,

Head for struggle,

Like the veterans,

We fight and stumble,

And learn the lessons.

 

We lost the warmth of the sun,

As we fell into darkness,

Blinded and shunned,

For this wrongful mess,

No one to blame but mans’ fun.

 

We are a cruel race,

In these shadows,

Who are unfaced,

Wickedness rises in the empty space.

 

In this despair,

We attack,

And prepare,

For the things we lack,

And war was declared.

 

A pandemic has occurred,

We failed to win,

It has been heard,

And all those who have sinned,

Shall be unheard.

 

The crusaders came to detach us.

Those restricted from heaven,

Will parish,

Except for our brethren,

Who were not banished.

 

In the midst of dark,

came our savoir,

He had a journey to embark,

Although he was created from failure,

As we gave our remark,

He let the sun shine bright,

With his powerful heart,

In came the light.

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