Apocalypse Poem by Arik Fletcher

Angels on a fiery wind,
screaming down at all who've sinned,
eyes a-gleam throughout the night,
frightened by unholy light,

the lord looks down upon the world,
a blackened darkness now unfurled,
no holy light can penetrate,
this cloud of sin will not sedate,

alas the world is at an end,
no mortal being shall now transcend,
the gates of heaven bolted tight,
the door to hell is now in sight,

Satan guards his world below,
he welcomes strangers, friend or foe,
to enter this, the world we've built,
a world of pain, of endless guilt,

a world to which we bring the young,
eternal torment now begun,
we live alone, no hope in sight,
enslaved in this eternal night.