Angels looking over me
I don't care that you don't see
Angels looking over us
No reason to make a fuss
Demons trying to make us see
But devastation has a fee
Demons try to take our mind
Temptation being the crime
Move it west to Arizona
Or maybe down to Daytona
New York City is the place
The Statue Of Liberty is the face
New Babylon is about to disperse
Maybe before I finish this verse
Ten Kings will tear it down
And in its mercy the rest will drown
Its time to look back on your life
This time it will be the ultimate strife
The end of days are on the way
No matter what the kings say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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