Is this not the work of your god?
The final carnage that you saw,
And now the majestic ascent
To the gilded gates of heaven.

Drawing closer to the promised light,
As you prepare for your judgment,
Surely, god will welcome you home,
Surely, your place here has been s

Death hangs heavily in the silence,
shattering time's self-righteous freeze.
The weeping moon bleeds pale onto the ground.

The shimmer of life has been erased.

The angels cast in stone
have asphyxiated in their own essence,
standing sentry for the dead.

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