Standing in the mass destruction and decay of the angels and demons fought in a fit of rage. As massive dead bodies, start to be displayed our children run away because they will fall from grace.
As the crows swam; you could hear them cry which will tell you; our death is near. Listening to the wail of people; as the grim reaper walks by, as hearing the harsh stop nearby; you will know it is your turn to die.
©railyne
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