My children one and all
Stay close, love and worship Me
Let no one stray or fall
You asked Me what you are
And what I made you to be
I say that you are My most mighty race
Bearing all the gifts of God's grace
You are perfect and infused with power
Your beauty transcends the fairest flower
Your life unending, a life with Me
You are most glorious, made mightily
I say that you are the sons of God
I say that you are the lofty ones
Made by God's own Son
I call you angels
I am calling all of you angels
Mankind's sin did I bear upon that tree, the cross
Transcendent is My pain,
Suffering shock and massive blood loss
I should not have to endure this suffering
But My heart and mind are remembering
And ever, as always, I am loving
The creatures who bear the image of My Father
And I am here to rescue men and make them My brothers
My sisters, and all who will believe
And though their sins would make Me to grieve
I will save them while they are in their sinful state
I will bear this great pain so they suffer not so great
So let these mighty hands of Mine stay pierced for them
I will let myself be bound to this cross for the children of men
Let My blood be spilled for the children of Adam's sake
Let them be free from a sinful life's fiery fate
I will not pray the Father to end this pain
This body die, that souls I gain
I will not call upon the mighty host
I will not let them fight for Me
I will not summon the sword of wrath
I will not give up on humanity
No Michael, sheathe thy sword back in its place
I care not that they bruise My head and spit in My face
I came to serve and save the human race
Call off your warriors and leave this place
Close Heaven's doors and shut your ears
Weep not, grieve not, and ally your fears
You are not needed this day
This task is Mine alone, I say
Yes, I know I AM God's Son
Yes, I know I can command the Death
Yes, I know you will do the deed
But I came to save dear Adam's seed
So though I moan and cry from massive pain
And though My Father turns His back from Me
This suffering is not in vain
But I am commading you to flee
The death of Me is sure to be
To save My dear humanity
Yes, cry for Me but sheathe your sword
Retreat to Heaven, thus says the LORD
I will not call upon Heaven's host
Let sinful men and demons boast
I will summon no sword of wrath
This death of Mine shall come to pass
I seek to save humanity
You must depart, do not save Me
I will not call you angels
I am not calling you angels
Yet now what is the fate of what to be
There is war and bloodshed from sea to sea
The waters run red from bodies bleed
No one left My Word to heed
But yet a faithful remnant is left from old
My Spirit has helped to make them bold
Though the world holds them in ignomity
Though the Devil be their mortal enemy
Perhaps no one can love them now but Me
Yet they are all that is left of righteous humanity
Let the last martyr draw the final breath
Let the Devil make his boast of death
Let the demons dine while I contemplate
The machinations I shall engineer to bring their hated fate.
Michael, the plans are made and the day is now
Tis time, I say, to execute the order
Round up your troops and get thee hence
Gather at humanity's border
Come near, My sword, thus says the LORD
Tis time to be out for blood
I have not drawn you since Noah's day
When I sent the global flood
And now, I will make My final plea
To the rest of sinful humanity
One more chance before I deal this blow
And after this you will reap what you have sowed
You may have survived the Seven Seals
And the trumpet blasts ignored
My bowl judgements were all but repealed
And still you do the evil that you swore
But you only delay your impending doom
The inevitable could have been avoided
How shall you escape the coming One
When your name in My book has been voided?
Now let me bathe My glittering blade
And call all the troops to battle
Wipe out all the sinful image bearers
Strike all their goods and cattle
For if they do not heed My words
Nor give ear to My pleas
Then their prayers are only but
An abomination to Me
You always knew that this day would come
The Day of days, the Judgement of the Son
Now rise ye up, all My winged ones
Take up the sword and aim your guns
Astride your steeds, gear up for war
Spread those wings, take to the sky
Gather behind, flank left and right
Now fire the guns and strike with the sword
Forward, MARCH!! -- thus says the LORD
I'm calling all angels
I'm calling all you angels!
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