Sixty-Six Seals of Writing on the Wall
Hell's jaws open wide
Reveling in human flesh,
tearing and tainting
The Plague spreads blackened
wings across the land, and all things
corrode in its shade
The assuming cities
of Man tumble to the ground,
no tower too high
One last front of people
pulled together by the Brothers
Stand strong against the tide
Celestial allies,
having failed their Mission,
halt when Word comes
Mankind pleads, quiets
in awe of disillusion,
Seraphs cold as stone
The waves are rising,
water running dark and deep.
Sweeps clean all that is
The world left unstained,
folded wings, heads bowed low.
No War for them here
This is how the world ends
Not a bang, not a whimper;
In absolution