Angel Seven

A little of the year has died,

tragedy fell upon helpless souls.

Horror that was unknown until now,

never was it found in books of man nor heard from the voice of God.

Seven bodies to be lost among the earth dwellers,

seven souls that could not be saved.

They were dragged to the altar,

strung on crosses and mutilated.

Powerful cries of agony swept the starless sky,

flesh became parchment for a devil’s use.

Organs were delicacies on this harvest-feast.

Small flames danced wickedly around the ceremony.

Mocking gestures of humanity became common,

obscenity denounced the Gods will to intervene.

Darkness surrounded the deaths of seven people,

heaven faded a bit more.

This truth of the ink will be misshaped,

another burning page to mankind engaged in self destruction.

As for me I was an angel,

who was there and found wounds to be friends,

my intervention brought damnation to all.

May the Gods keep you,

let wrath prey upon my enemies.

I will be watching,

I will be waiting.

Angel Seven.