zapdos926
I'm secretly a typhlosion, shh
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A war has broken out.
A war between the Angels of Heaven, and the Demons of Hell.
Rise, His army to the siege of beasts.
Rise, Satan's army to the call of the Devil.
Blood will be shed on the Border of the Afterlife.
The Demons fight with fear and strength and weapons of destruction with them.
The Angels fight through sheer willpower, and His might.
As the bodies fall, the Outcast Angel calls more demons from the deepest pit of Hell.
As the bodies fall, the Angels fight more bravely than before.
For each Angel that collapses at the hand of Satan, another one rises to fight.
For every demon that is destroyed by the power of His light, another is called to war.
Amidst the carnage, the blood and the terror.
Amidst the thunder and rain that is caused to wreck havoc upon the mortal Earth, a flower grows.
The flower, half as red as blood, the other as white as l pure light, grows on the Border.
At the hand of a fallen Angel, and by the axe of a destroyed Demon.
Amidst the war between the Lord, and his Angels of heaven,
And Satan and his demons of hell.
A flower grows, a beautiful thing among the dead and the dying.
Among the destruction and the terror.
Among the carnage, there is beauty.
A war between the Angels of Heaven, and the Demons of Hell.
Rise, His army to the siege of beasts.
Rise, Satan's army to the call of the Devil.
Blood will be shed on the Border of the Afterlife.
The Demons fight with fear and strength and weapons of destruction with them.
The Angels fight through sheer willpower, and His might.
As the bodies fall, the Outcast Angel calls more demons from the deepest pit of Hell.
As the bodies fall, the Angels fight more bravely than before.
For each Angel that collapses at the hand of Satan, another one rises to fight.
For every demon that is destroyed by the power of His light, another is called to war.
Amidst the carnage, the blood and the terror.
Amidst the thunder and rain that is caused to wreck havoc upon the mortal Earth, a flower grows.
The flower, half as red as blood, the other as white as l pure light, grows on the Border.
At the hand of a fallen Angel, and by the axe of a destroyed Demon.
Amidst the war between the Lord, and his Angels of heaven,
And Satan and his demons of hell.
A flower grows, a beautiful thing among the dead and the dying.
Among the destruction and the terror.
Among the carnage, there is beauty.