A Ballad of saint Michael

Angel strewn, Speared head to gut,

From the solar, His rays do pour!

Winged demon over head.

The bull charges on.

Endless fury it screams,

it’s teeth do bare that  furious rage,

How dare you be greater than I.

surrounded by dark, With the aid of spells, our witches  take sides.

for every spell cast ten thousand angels await.

For retribution is mine, says our Lord

For our strewn angel has the Heart of a lion!

In gods own name he calls forth

The Spear is removed

The light is replenished

The winged demons are cast to the side.

As for the bull his day will come,

Can you count down from nine?

some times our wounded angels can forget they are surrounded by gods light,

He plots with friends!

They thrive to separate!

God show them mercy, for they know not what they do.

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