The Hands of Men

When the sun expires to its peaceful sleep

the stars rise above all that lies beneath

when humanity falls at heaven’s feet

the prayer begins for hope and dreams


The devil grins at their dismay

when they cannot open heaven’s gate

the fallen angels meet their fate

what will they do trapped with their own hate


the masses of society underestimates time

they think the world ends with God

But I believe it ends in the hands of Men

For sometimes our faults outweigh our shine

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