In mid-air temperaments shifted as the others took their position in crucial conflict and chose sides. Veiled brooding atmosphere only true deity emerged my Lord! Now most ferocious his place above passionate dark creators. A fit for a God thee God. future oath owed eager first wave. No more murmurs from burnt-out orson's or mothers barren pleas that cover Earth sorrows. It is age of courageous cherished. As screams lightning shred sky laden chaos children cloaked scorched wings wail silence shed questions if they've been abandoned. The sword savior shatters frigid air stand at ready to taste remnants Heaven. next wave upon us. Hell has risen.