"The Crow is Flying."

I will scream loudly so that
all who ignored will finally
hear
Ear-drums that once were clogged-up
will be busted and bleed from what is
to come and is so near
Nothing will any longer be undone
because all will have heard of the
unfathomable reckoning that is on
the horizon

No-one wants to learn of the seals
that when opened will release anarchy
in the world
Or perceive all the mayhem that will
ensue when the people become nocturnal,
creatures no longer of light
But of malice and hate-loving, souls
of perdition
And begin to fulfill their long-awaited
commission

"Loki," God of mischief will finally
have his way and there will be no delay
through beseeching acts of contrition
All that are led-astray will be so done
through there own willful delight
And the arch-angels of the eschelon of
the under-world will soar through the
atmosphere of this realm unrestrained
And bring about awesome displays of torture
and forever stark nights

So throw your Prayers of Righteousness to
whichever God of your understanding that
your heart wills but know that none of your
imploring will be able to placate the fate
of wrath that is to come because even now
the crow flies seeking upon whom to rest
and consider thyself to be a Blessed if upon
you it is whom he lights, to take you from
this vengeful and most Hallowed of slaughter-
filled nights in all the annals of history