Beautiful Sky
It causes them fear as they know their short time; ever more near, so their fear climbs.
As lightning they fell, marring the sky, knells of destruction they gave forth their cry.
Cries of defeat, of pain and of hate, fates of destruction, defeat at the gate, cast out from home, together - alone, bounded by hatred, forever they roam.
Seeking their prey they follow its ways, their hand never stays as their hollow hearts play games with humanity, confusion, insanity, sin and destruction they present in it's days.
Beautiful sky, a fire ablaze, teardrops of angels it cried on that day.
Oh the deceptions, the lies and deceit, leading to falling from the feet of IaHWeH, leaving the paths of goodness and truth they chose instead to despise the love that He showed, declaring it weakness when in strength He abode, while sweet cries of mercy in His ruth for them flowed.
How could we shield them from their expulsion, the weapons they weilded they used to attack us, thinking in their hearts to overthrow IaH. It still causes revulsion, that they conceived such a notion as they warred against us with fury and anger, pride and deception, Lucifer now cherishing thoughts of reception as king of creation, they were now a great danger, and with holy indignation we did all that we could - We cast them out, then and silent we stood.
Beautiful sky, alas how I cry, for teardrops of angels it wept on that day.