Chapter 1: silence's poem
Darkness
Blackness falls into a silver moon
The sun splashes into liquid, maroon
Fallen angels rise to lift up the sun
Reminding the sufferers another day has come
Flame
Flames of Satan’s wrath strike out
Leaving the sufferers in pain and doubt
Fire and ash do as they’re told
The helpless, the pleading, they heinously scold
Destruction
Most hope has been smoldered
The withering have been shouldered
In hopes that the next dawn
Will allow them all to move on
Hope
The hopes and the prayers
They’ve whispered for years
Are answered in destruction, flames in the night
When the evils are vanquished and the sinners find sight
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