Two enemies by blood convene in a sacred garden
Consecrating brotherly love in the face of their masters
Angel and Devil together as a paradox of lineage
One serves a ethereal and divine power beyond, aloft and wrapped in clouds above
One serves the brimstone and flames below, spiriting away weary shades
and the chariot of suffering
An Arrangement to prevent end times
As death benefits neither
The angel denouncing his lineage with devilish deeds
In the hospice of the devil
Three sons of different lineage
A zealot of doom, Adversary,
Destroyer of Kings,
Angel of the Bottomless Pit,
Great Beast that is called Dragon,
Prince of This World,
Father of Lies,
Spawn of Satan,
Lord of Darkness
An infant gray in lineage, and gray in personality
A child of exotic lands, from a foreign land
Two switched and one sacrificed
The hospice of the devil demands sacrifice
Three sons of different lineage
With intertwined lives unbeknownst to their knowledge
A zealot of doom, cast aside as a gray child
Bringing forth his own dreams without his knowledge
Atlantis from his dreams brought forth
A pyramidion riddled landscape on the seafloor
Brought up to revive a dead people
An infant gray in blood, brought up as the zealot
Gray blood cannot paint the future and shape a landscape
A child of exotic lands, brought up in a gray landscape
Takes the reigns as a tyrant
Four terrors in ancient days, forgotten by mankind
revived into a modern city to ride once more
War, with Scarlet robes and a blade,
Drawn to conflict and shed blood, and fuels the crimson flame
Pestilence, forgotten and reborn under a new alias
Serves to pollute and poison our kin with toxic fumes
Famine, wrapped in lies and false promises
Society fooled by it’s pleasant taste but foul meanings
Death, no longer inhabits a mortal form
Inhabits the ether surrounding, always watching
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