The Angels are Singing

The angels are singing but splintered by a groan
An almighty clash deafens them as he finds his home
Many will follow him through unsightly ways
Many will flee the thought of it

Angels sing when one enters heaven
One more made the right choice
One more resisted, was not tricked
They still sing that faint chorus

But there are those who follow
Celebrate the diminish of him
As they now have a place to go,
A place to work their evils and deception

Would you follow the drums or the harp?
Would you feel the light or hide in the shadows,
Feel the cool breeze or the fiery flames?
Those flames burn all, everything,
Keep your soul away from the blaze

He will burn his fire – smoke signals out
Many will turn down that wrong path
Many will find themselves trapped
By Satan’s art in Hell

*sorry if you were offended in any way! i wasn't sure where to put this poem i think its dark ut is still abut religion. *