12-03-2013, 02:03 PM
The sky's marked up by crimson streaks
the remnants of some heav'nly battle.
'Cross firmament sounds God's death rattle--
Impending squall, embodied pique.
Now, tragedy silence bespeaks.
the remnants of some heav'nly battle.
'Cross firmament sounds God's death rattle--
Impending squall, embodied pique.
Now, tragedy silence bespeaks.