The Third Rapture
It's the city of Bones,
City of Ashes.
Where life vs. death condone.
Where men stand brash -
Angels watch from the sky.
Reaper's wrath: no broken fist,
Carrying his scythe proudly high;
Pockets weighed down by Death's list.
Assemble souls; graves awry.
Man blames unseen God - hear their battle cry
Bloodshed leaves open gashes:
Humankind desolated in the blink of an eye.
Reaper's services have been dismissed.
God still fights, gathering echos of an endless war man bemoans.