And I beheld the glorious field
Of angelic corpses
Blanketed in their own feathers and blood
Limbs strewn about as fallen leaves under a tree
Their heads lie on pikes
And were stood alongside the road
For as long as the eye could see
And the last of the unholy warriors ascended to the heavens
And I along with them
And the gates of pearls
They were unhinged
And their guardian crucified
The golden city
Reduced to nothing but ashes
And the one that sat on the throne
He was disemboweled and dismembered
His holy body burnt
The embers of the corpse fell upon the earth
Reducing it to nothing
Sending it back
From whence it came
Giving it its original form...
Chaos

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