Falling of the Sky KingdomThe Kingdom of the Highest Realm Sits up on pallid clouds. Behind mere mortal vision In it's glowing, saintly shrouds.Falling of the Sky Kingdom
The air is heavy with the sound Of wingbeats in the breeze. The cool and calm clear waters Bring the tired to their knees.
But now, the stark reciprocal Of the silken place of life. A pit of rage, a lake of flame... Known only for it's strife.
The blackened, tarnished brimstone... The scathing, scouringing flame... The scrathing....clawing sinners Now wretch in eternal shame.
The thousand years* have pas
Decay of MindWhite and pure as silken wool Perfection aptly reached. Not a blister, scath or scratch Where sickness has not leeched.Decay of Mind
Subtle, calm and sanctified A blessing to the Earth. The Devil hath no influence Until the breath of birth.
Dim light kisses upon the cheek Of the child brought forth from flesh. Alas, the darkness hungers for A taste of blood so fresh.
But for the first few sacred years The mind remains intact. The hand of God hangs over it In accordance to His pact.
So sweet, so pure and gentle Yet the irony is
Welcome to the Other Half of my life.
