TWISTED SIDES

November 12, 2010
Red rain drips from bloody massacres
The skies weep like willows as the souls

Who have been lost are deprived
From their dead and fallen bodies

Evil rings of fire consume

Every soul they can see

Angels of light protect those souls
That seek safety

Lightning bolts and fire balls
Strike one another trying to
Slaughter the other

Spears of anger and arrows of love
Crash and fall from the skies

Souls run like winter winds
As they are being attacked

Choosing sides
Is only a game of fate





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