REPENT UPON DEMONS DESCENT...

The orbit tends to infinity
As skyward larks
Soar beyond starry sparks
Vacating earths viral vicinity.

         Forfend the lands beneath your feet
         Ascending Arch-Angels
         Adorning Black Angels
         Attend a dire world to defeat.

            In vain, the coxcombs’ crew have created
            Spells and potions, hexes and lotions
            For the demons descent…
            They await; tainted heat.

                 And for those that were chosen
                 Loss of gravity
                 Would be bestowed
                 Upon the new galaxy.

                        While below, bedlam spread
                        Several heads severed; dead
                        from necks’ naked cavity.

                            Invaded, paraded souls succumb
                            As deliverance was only destined for some.
                            The peaceful and pure, compassionate cure
                            Was to summon the sinister one for a tour.

                                 Beckoning the reckoning
                                 The righteous came forth
                                  Angelic like beings
                                   Descend from the north.

                                            Immortal armies, marching side by side
                                            Allowing ‘New Order,’ clearance to rise.
                                            Beseeching, benevolent, worthy warders
                                            Causing chaos, demonstrating disorder.

                                                    Far from the worlds’ decay of today
                                                   The ‘Guardians’ remain
                                                   Many light years away
                                                   Protected as 'Earths New Rebirth’
                                                   is sustained.

 Thus once again, ‘The Avant-garde’
 Can generate…
 re-create from the start.

      Perfected populations...
      Savant souls are then born
      The selected, elected of an ancient dawn.

             Mourning the memories of ignored ignorance
             A once fated land is now brandished by bliss

                       Putting the past planets pain into
                       Providing an advanced,
                       enhanced new human race.
                       The ‘Divine’ then descend
                       from pleroma skies.
                       Emanations, creations
                       disguised from demise.

                              Now the earth can attend to eternity
                              As enchanted harps sing in symphony.
 
                                     Sacrosanct saints bring harmony
                                      Revolutionary beings
                                      Will begin humanity.

         Carey Milton © 2018