God's Army

Winged blessed two by two,
Marching disarmed to dawn,
Clouded plains above us,
For today the sky is born,

Winged sinners one by one,
Marching armed to dusk,
Fiery plains below us,
Today a stabbing tusk,

White golden gentle beings,
Feather wings of softest bird,
The stars shall cry no more,
Angels lifting voices concurred,

Black rusted horrific scenes,
Leather hard, winged of bat,
Flames lick at their skin,
Their souls all run flat,

Angel's bow their heads to prayer,
And whisper Lord to forgive,
The beings of the sin,
In heaven let them live,

Sinner's bow their heads to blow,
And pull the trigger to end it all,
It's ended before it began,
Two by two angels fall.