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War cry from the plains below,
in a place known as Hell where the wicked go.
Absurd words breaking meaning of sanity,
fought with distraught and bloody sins of calamity.
Tangled in the vines of hatred and pain,
follow the rules or you play Satan's game.
"Mighty black priest what do I do?!
Tonight you go forth, and destroy those who oppose you! Renew,
the meaning of discord and chaos,
redeeming screaming souls whom deceived us.
Take the lives of innocent and pure,
color the world with the blood of black birds.
Down from afar the Arch Angels will descend,
we will be there to fight and put a complete end,
to God and his believers and the sons of Christ,
during this time all shall be sacrificed."
Attempted dreams failed to be realized,
for only God himself can change all, only visions through his eyes.
Despising his supremacy, Lucifer retreats,
one day rise again, until then admits defeat.
Redemption, domination, supremacy, power,
aided this night, into the darkest hour.
- by NIGR TOWNZ |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/22/2009 |
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- Title: ~The Darkest Hour~
- Artist: NIGR TOWNZ
- Description: Well, this is just a little something I wrote when I was upset and was thinking about weird random things and decided to vent by writing. I think this poem is interesting specifically because of it's uniqueness, hope you like it! ^_^
- Date: 03/22/2009
- Tags: darkest night
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Kaferi - 08/04/2010
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hahaha... I found this amusing... you're so creative!
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- Rainbow_Unicorn_Narcotics - 03/22/2009
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wow thats so deep i love it. You have a nat for writing you should wright songs for ppl or for yourself
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