I wanted to try to rhyme in Iambic Pentameter, (another poem directly caused by the book i'm reading).
End of Days
When angels dance with demons fresh from hell
The Levites tango with the heathen swells
When crucifix and golden calf entwine
The day of judgement's final bell will chime
And of this day the prophets had decried
When streams of blood would run until they dried
When homes and towns the earth would swallow whole
When no one will be left to save your soul
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