'Chea...
I know it's a long read, but trust me, it's worth it, big time.
The angel, by Escar:
His throne centered among the clouds, feeds the world with rain bowed skies
The shining light around his presence, releases the pain from eyes
He enlightened places where he stepped foot at, or already been
His face was never shown, but it’s as if it’s beauty’s already seen
Awakened, as the sun rises by his will, and falls when he sleeps
The beauty he settles upon the night, contents the birds with a breeze
He emancipates his people from fear, protects them by his wings
Prosperity to his people’s souls, is only what he highly brings
In the book describing his God-like forces, his journal’s deep
His powers strong enough to raise the dead from their eternal sleep
Flies with great might among the skies with the clouds beneath his eyes
He misses the wonderful summer, so he decides to re-greet July
Onto the green land he leads, its beauty’s divided into 2
His father said: “Ur brother rules half, the other bows down to you”
They both strived to walk the same path, but the lanes deranged
An oath swore “evil” upon his brother, now his soul rages with flames
One land where people accord with peace, and to it, they agree again
And the other land where hell revolves around… 1-eyed demons
Now at times the angel gets colonized with anger though his mind
It forms a cage made of steel, the exit’s invisible to find
It gets worse, change of pain, results in more hurt, ‘till it drives him insane
All caused by his brother’s images, visioned through dark embers of rain
Hatred grew stronger ‘till it lead to wars, 1 win & 1 loss for both
Both fates await, but who will prevail to reach the cross of hope?
Yet rage strikes again, with it’s mighty bolts, breaks through the angel
He’s labeled, to follow Aesop’s path, but he screams “Hell with the fables!”
In this kingdom he’s the king, yet chaos can corrupt with no regret
Now after the good was set, it’s like the false paths he didn’t choose… met
At times he managed to control himself, never fell for sin
But ironic how the angel’s home itself….. is a living hell for him
The demon, by Divine Skillz:
The evil for which I was destined has made my red skin exude flames neverending
Dark ebony horns and the gaping maw that my midrift spawns are hellish blessings
Im guilty of mind bendin of men over a multitude of millenia with my forked tongue
From my skull my horns hung,across my back my matt black hell forged swords slung
To diabolic drums my demonic force of evil monks are killing angels in malicous hunts
The delicous taste of victory numbs the loss of my depraved and unholy demon sons
From within the feeling comes of revenge as I breathe Ill omens from my iron like lungs
My Tyrant like run army of nightmare's that steals life with there spite in frightul stares
Prepares to take lives and lose theirs, Angels killing demons in their mad chaotic lairs
The casualties to demons causes no despair as the uncaring creatures couldnt care
But there numbers decreased as the bodies of the deceased mounted with no release
Its guaranteed there'll be no peace, the anger for my angelic brother doesnt recede
I proceed with deep need to feed on the souls of angels after inflicting wounds fatal
As demons and angels fall, I swoop above the battlefield my wings worn as a mantle
The angels singing a canticle thats speaks deep volumes of the heavenly sabbatical
There vigour fanatical inspired by holy teachings preaching of theories radical
About to fall my force requires me to step among and overcome the heavenly enemy
Those troops sent to me fall rapidly as my stature of five hundred and seventy four feet
Leaves nothing but divine carrion meat for the ravens to feast as victory I see before me
I forcefully wield my scourge and Im causing contortion of an apocalyptic proportion
The winged angels now attack with precaution as Im forcing them into rapid retorsion
Defeat, all sides throw caution to the wind I slay angel underlings with multiple limbs
Im sundering with force of a storm blustering as Im hungering to defeat and eat my kin
I've dreamt of torturing him, pushing him to the brink as my blade sinks into flesh
I witness my brother blessed step with might that forces me to readdress his threat
We fight for my fathers divine concept a planet more beautiful with times slow onset
I fight my brother my total opposite, while I seek its destruction he seeks its growth
As demonic and angelic blood flows, our instilled and enhanced battle skills show
Incorporeal like ghosts, I feel my father his presence close, as he travels the planes
I see him phase and make cosmic waves as he resounds aloud his sons names
The father, by Divine Skillz(Italic Font) & Escar(Normal Font):
In a seconds fraction I move with speed of a phantom into aggressive actions
My muscles flexing with contractions, I swing my sword destroying any sanctions
I cant fathom as my swords edge is stopped dead by my fathers omnipotent mind set
Like my eye's are deaf I cant see where my father steps, attacks that I cant deflect
I cant regret as my red eyes reflect the inner rage as lines of pain etches my face
Dark blood drenches and caresses my waist, as my strengths lessening at pace
Moving like Im encassed in shackles I sense the end is near in a losing battle
My souls dying like an extinguished candle, Im forever distinguished as satanical
My Fathers face shows no mercy, enjoying it as he hurts me, grinning perversely
And whispers his pleasure inadvertently before banishing me for an eternity
As the angel walks above clouds, he sees his brother’s soul passing by
Surprised, questions move in massive fleets: “How, When….. & Why?”
Forgives his demon brother, & with courage doesn’t weep, instead…
He looks at his sword, & swears his father will die beneath its edge
Onto battle, he strives to run faster than the speed of light
As his father puts him in an endless grave, with exceeded might
The angel’s powers gone, now he’s mortal, like any other human
His legacy?
He walked worlds u don’t know of… & conquered places where u’ve bin
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Many years passed, things changed, no one heard of him anymore
His tales remained, never banished, by the echoes of his raging roar
Now one day a man walks thru town, in the market, going round in lines
He saw something far, brought creepy chills….. down his spine
He keeps walking straight, between maneuvers, doesn’t look back
Then he reached a hallway, someone’s there, he was careful & took track
Grabbed the other person by the head, stabbed him with no regret
He was scared for a moment, but no, now he shows his threat
While in, that moment, his alarming laughter keeps compilin’
There he was, the angel standin’ on his father’s dead body… smilin’
Peace
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