Angels of evil,
Sent by God,
Demons of Dark,
Sent by Satin.
Working together,
Unheard of by man,
To bring the end,
Of all living things.
One by one,
11 in all,
One by one,
The countries fall.
Everyone will die,
Nothing will live,
On wings they fly,
Bringing horror to us all.
They each have a name,
That fits their purpose,
Risk,
Chaos,
Death,
Destruction,
Pain,
Suffering,
Terror,
Malice,
Spite,
Desire,
And Hell.
They are no Gifts,
But a curse,
Destroying everything,
They touch.
Everything’s gone,
Nothings left,
And now it is,
The end of everything.
