above the long white cloud
isn't quite as peaceful
as the fairy-tales told
for above yon rocky outcrops
and vast swirling mass' o' green
the worlds a little tenuous
as if founded on a dream
a dream of ideologies
both ancient and new
of heaven and of earth-
where the god and devil play
a deadly game of war.
a war requiring victims,
through the tearing of the flesh
and confusion of the mind-
the innocent are slaughtered
within the eagles breadth
for up above the air
waits the vehicle of death
a boat, in the sky-like
river Styx
with death a slowly rowing
as the the war continues growing
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