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Who is that man?
Who is the man sitting there in a thrown that is not his,
he had white robes and a glow like a king,
now his image is dull, blood is mark in his cloths,
he sits there laughing a great smirk,
as crime is committed in his own home,
the white clouds are gray,
Zeus had gone crazy lighting every night and every day,
the golden gates are no more,
do to the hard impact of angels bursting with much force, face first in the gates,
execution been sacrifice, there blood been marked,
there flesh tearing in the dull gates that are upon,
blood all over the place white beautiful land,
now is a picture of a serial crime,
the heavens dont show no more light,
does not even cry,
but is bleeding no one know whats going on,
that man who he is, he sits with a smile,
thinking his dark thoughts,
his crown no longer in sight,
seems he is stepping on a weak man,
a simple blow to the win,
action and chaos stops, the survivors,
had torn down the gates,
they managed to touch earth once again,
angels with torn wings, blood in there flesh,
been hang in the pearly gates,
white walls, signs of struggle and pain,
man rises who is that man, he goes to sleep,
the man on the floor, grasping for air,
begin for water, begging and asking for help,
asking to join together and take what was once his,
his thrown his crown, his palace
