The Fallen An Angel's Fall From Grace! Poem by anthony rubino

IT WAS FOR YOU MY LORD, AS I WAS TO YIELD THESE TERRIBLE TOOLS OF DISTRUCTION. THEIR DAY HAD COME, THOSE WHO HAD COME & STOOD BEFORE ME. FOR NEVER AGAIN WERE THESE ABLE TO FUNCTION! IT IS TO YOU MY LORD, THANKFUL I MUST & WILL ALWAYS BE, FOR SO PRECIOUS WERE THE GIFTS YOU BESTOWED UPON ME. ABLE TO DANCE AMONG EST THE STARS, TRAVELING TRUE THAT, THAT WHICH IS KNOWN AS BOTH TIME & SPACE, BUT TO NOW BE SO HORRORABLE ARE THESE SCARS OF WHICH ARE TO APPEAR ON MY FACE! SEE MY LORD, I AM THE LION & THE WOLF, THE RAVEN & THE GREAT WHITE HORSE. TRUE ME MANY HAVE KNOWN MUCH LOSE, SEE MY LORD, HOW MANY IN YOUR NAME HAVE I NAILED TO A CROSS! ! TO THOSE WHO SHALL WAGE WAR SHALL FOREVER KNOW OF MY NAME, AND WITH THEE ASSISSTED RAGE FROM OF WHICH IT CAME! I AM THE HUNTER, A DEATH DEALER, THIS BE THE GAME. BUT ON YOUR BEHALF, I IN YOU CAN FIND NO BLAME, BUT NOW NOLONGER WILL I BOW MY HEAD IN SHAME! INSTEAD IN THESE I AM TO FIND RELEASE, SO AS AN ANGEL OF DEATH, I SHALL, I WILL CONTINUE TO PERFORM SUCH SAID SERVICES! TO CARRY BATTLE TO MY FOE & MORTLY WOUND. SO SWEET & SOOTHING IS THE MUSIC AS MY FOES'RED IS TO SPILL, PRACTICING MY CRAFT, HONING MY SKILL. AS AND FOREVER AS AN AGENT OF DEATH,
I SHALL STAND ABOVE MY FOE, MY PREY, FOR WILL MOST DEFINITLY POSSESS THEIR LAST BREATH! BY ANTHONY RUBINO