War between souls

White dove flies beneath the sky of silence before storm,
people with rods raised their sight questioning their lost soul;
peace in their hearts, peace in their bones, peace will lead us all
and will invade the valley they all reached finally.
Half of the sky is grey…the other one brings the Light
Grass from the East is green, the rest of the meadow’s red
From the great blue, infinite hordes of winged white seraphs
come down sparkling, to fade away the filthy disease
that apple-seed has brought upon – the wrath of the fate.
That shall be the day of the blame in the book of life;
nor waste shall not be across, nor anger, nor death…
just peace in the stateliness of souls and eternal life.
Thy Word shall be the One and eternally in us.