Genesis

First came the light.
Tainted was it.
writhing with the
Imperfect thoughts
That blinded it.
then came the night.

First Came the swansong.
so fleeting was it,
that Cadaver hearts
wept like half closed sores
blackened by the blood.
scorched sky filled with it
then came Gods first wrong.

First Came the source of breath.
so beautiful was it
that dear angels fell
as tears, to flounder in
mud. like the morning star
that fell that very night.
burning, broken was it
then came chaos and death.


Then God made man
And war began