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Battle Cry
AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Battle Cry

Poem By Aram Stefanian

After I peeped into the obscure mirror of time,
I grew numb with horror, and had cold feet.
A gaping abyss out of which no one could climb
Was teeming with weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I saw seven bright stars hovering above the pit.
They turned into flying dragons spurting flame.
The lightning flashed across the depth, making it lit.
A wrathful angel bellowed that he would hunt game.
And a dark cloud, like a beast's head hung across the sky.
A horrible howling followed, earth quaked and split apart.
An archangel in blinding white clothing appeared, giving a battle cry.
After he read one name from his book, the end collided with the start.

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