posted on Sep, 20 2009 @ 07:10 AM
The twins stand watching,
Beacons of greed.
The black angels swoop to greet,
Stab them in their hearts,
To see the serpent bleed.
The south shall cry,
Like the north,
Streams of innocents,
Gliding down in vain.
As the twins fall,
The winged serpent will rise,
Disguised as the eagle of peace.
Poisoned will be the lands of Ur.
For the arid gold that flows through Eden,
Cannot be the serpents only lust,
The serpent seeks its tail.
Blood shall fill the sands,
Spill down to the black gold,
And the serpent shall feed.
Eden shall cry,
But the angels of old cannot hear,
For the cries of Cain are louder.
Let the countless dead join the angels,
For the world of the serpent offers no peace,
Its olive branch may burn,
The smoke may rise,
But God shall not hear our pain.
Thanks for reading, comments welcome.