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.

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