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An apocalyptic prayer,
banishes hope once there.
The birth of a dying age,
Witness the cleansation of the weak,
through the flames of rage.
The lost becoming forgotten,
As memories choke this life away.
Life pushes forward,
As the world stands still.
God leaving us to repent,
But the devil makes the rules.
Tomorrows promises can not be kept,
As yesterdays sins, consume today.
Your prayers are to late but will be answered,
Grief will be your reward.
This isn't a tragedy,
But a lesson well taught.
Darkness fills the land,
And the devils law begins.