Apocalyptic

I and The Pen

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The darkness whispers to every ear
In a way light never could
How despicable this world had become
A glint of malevolence in every eye
Is this what you had in mind
When you hung Your Son?
Let the sky bleed a little
Cast a dreadful storm
A resounding thunder resonating through the night
Even just a taste of an apocalypse
Do you want an idea for a plague?
To at least make them bow down
At the mention of Your name
Reminding us You're still to come

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