Armageddon: ft. GrimReapa and Pakaveli
Armageddon: ft. GrimReapa and Pakaveli
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BLUE = GrimReapa
RED = ferocity.
GREEN = Pakaveli
the holy
the classic battle between hell and heaven, battle fronts at the gate awaiting the armageddon
anticipation, Jesus is holiding his sword yelling, earthly beings not aware that angels are waiting in groups of sevens
the worlds end is near, hell bound most but heavenly beings standing around with no fears
the righteous rise up, float the sky unharmed, as it rains fire, demonic figures flock like deer’s
evil tensions in the air, noone can see them but bout heaven and hell is there
fire swords clashing, both side taking hard losses, but the mortal are unaware
one angel brakes ranks, charges wih no care, swinging his sword running to hells bank
charges toward sure death, not caring, sees the king of beasts, an runs toward him with his ar cranked
the devil casts his mighty hand and kills him with no trouble
but his minions are dying fast no match for the power of good there dying in doubles
people panic at the sound of his hellish laugh, pain as their eardrums blast
the humans fall to there knees crying quickly repenting for there sins in the past
al the while the battle rages on, inferno covers most of the land
lifeless bodies cluttered on the ground, exactly how the devil had planned
demolished buildings, desolated bodies piled high on the floor
some still dont understanding asking god what is this for
neither side has won yet, neither side has quit it has been a million year but they carry on
fatigue not a factor, no one stops, both just keeps swinging their might arms
the evil
As the claws of evil - draws upheaval - within a bloodstained abyss
Imbibed within the jaws of the dark army and their maul of a devilish kiss
Withered slaves of time – repaired and prepared – for this forsaken day
A fallen angel’s flawless brutality… Red – instead of its mistaken gray
Millions… Billions… draw apart of the forge of darkness’s forever scourge
Against the blasphemous words spoken above – forced to disgorge
The black dove of life… lay solemnly amidst our battle cry
An acute blade of a knife… lays force upon a satanic rule – we wish to abide
Horrid screams from their valves to the solid gleam in death’s eyes
As heavenly – divine – grace dies – it is our presence that survives
Undead soldiers – fortified – mortified – yet starve for revenge
Countless years and tears of their life – abandon them with something to avenge
Eternal blades of sin released – as two gods relentless raids begin
War wages decades within another era – yet only one side – parade’s the win
An everlasting fleet of bloodthirsty warriors – yet only victory aids their grin
Bound to serve their fateful doom – yet after this war – it shades them thin
The ‘rightful’ yet spiteful will of this ‘God’ is destined to abrupt
As the wrath of the willful forsaken army – is on the brink – and about to erupt
And as the fallen brothers rejoice – with one voice – and unite with one will
Which is still to destroy the one ‘creator’ – whom we are destined to kill…
the civilian
Look at the ruins of the once caked grounds
This sheltered the weak brethren of mine
Rises in the ground cover the grave mounds
That now houses the burnt molecules of time
Through thick & thin I remember a better place
A place where my mother cooked me meals
A place where my wife laughed with grace
Where my Dad closed new business deals
I remember the place before Armageddon I do
Now clouds shroud memories amidst the curfew
So I strum my torn heart & devour the scene
Of mortal flesh riddled with grey shells unseen
Step on another body, was this not my neighbour
War was imminent supported by political parties
First congresses then the reformers lastly labour
First Minister Blair shook hands with the Pope
Pope George grasped hopes reigns to abstain
The terror spread by fanatical extremists who
Now lie dead next to enemies, I’m through
With this scenario of conflict and desert storm
I to get shot...just another spirit from the swarm
