The Damned Poem by Sebastian Of Eternity

Who does god look to when she cries,
Does she stare through the devils eyes,
Does she pray to a power the same as her own-
Equal to her in all her lovely grace?

Or does she sit quietly,
In pain.
All but one unaware,
Her silence, that of a lamb.
Slaughtered, and used to paint the walls of humanity.

Does Death, mighty and deadly,
Step off his horse,
And bend a knee to lay a kiss,
Upon her cheek.
Breaking the chains of the dead to step beside her for a single moment in an eternity?

Would a smile play across her lips,
as he plucks her from the sky?

And would deaf heaven split,
Where death meets life,
And life, met suffering.

Her wails silent, remenisant of stars in the sky,
Yet odly ringing in his ears like the bells of a chapel.

He would pull her close, and though she says nothing, through her eyes he sees everything,

Every child that cries out and every person who despairs, They seek guidance and plead for everything,

Where hypocrits desire freedom yet ask of her for every little thing they cannot attain,

Where those who swear upon her name to preach, yet behind closed doors are the biggest sinners,

She holds them up and pushes through this sorrow
But he will stand by her, as she stands by them,
Her only friend.
Their only protection, from him.