the rude mood of the room was silent as a tomb
where the angels resided and chided over the sons and daughters of men.
when the rapture ruptured, and their elusive structures
came toppling to the ground.
then there came an awesome sound - too quick to know, or come around...
all was as it is
all is as it will be
all this shall come to pass
hope abandoned, and left at random, to fend upon the Earth...
something called unto us all, and measured each man's worth.
for nothing is as though it seems
to wake into these random dreams
for there the wrought-Iron Dragon stood,
and spoke as though this were all good.
for never shall they choose to hear
the unmeasured tongue that speaks of fear.
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