Heavens Falling Poem by M.A. Wood

Heavens falling,
Though Hell is rising,
The wandering stranger,
Brings to light,
What light brings to day,
Shadows,
Shadows that fill the world with mystery and doubt,
Despair perhaps as well,

As we all Know,
Heaven is falling,
Through the clouds,
The last rays of day,
Fade away,
Because Heavens falling,

Scattering the clouds astray,
But also Hell is rising,
Burning maddened souls with fiendish delight,
A new hobby I say,
For those games the devils use,
Are childs play,
Compared to what Beezlebub,
Or the devil nowadays,
Is doing,
Spreading flames of hated fellowship,
To the murderers,
This is a genocidal playground,
In which to enjoy,
Their lifes greatest pleasure,

Soon Heaven and Hell,
Which are still rising and falling,
Will collide,
And the great Crusades will begin anew,
Like they did once before.

Blood and sin will spread like flame,
Across a dry patch of grass in summers noon,
And Beezlebub and the Lord will fight,
As Christ and the Anti-Christ,
Fight for the lands above and below.
Because the Heavens are falling,
And Hell is rising,
And the devils are at play.