No one ever said I could write poetry, but when I think about this peom the visualization that comes with it is awesome, maybe thats because I know what I'm writing about. Oh well. R&R. Pleaseies.

In the far corner of the graveyard,

Was a concrete slab, where an angel once stood.

Sunk in the stinking ground it lay,

Shattered like broken glass.

Blank eyes open, Blind but seeing all,

Watching the world pass him by.

Centuries it had lay there and now it drowned,

Mouth wide open with mud pouring in,

Filling its gluttonous belly, while the temptress moon sighed.

Stars felling like ice from the sky,

Crashed and burned the earth to shreds,

While the murderer angel stood by and watched,

Al the people die in floods of blood,

Flames burning in his eyes as he saw the sight,

Swallowing mud and the sin filled filth.