222 Wars of Satan

Admist the darkest of mornings 222 years ago
An army of fire shone bright to our mother
It took the breath of innocence
And the freedom of another
In those fears of 222 years past
Swimming in the sea of blood
stood a silver man of valour
With hair colorific of mud
He said to our sisters
"Bear the children that you bloom"
To our brothers he preached
"Live out loud fearless into your very doom"
There cried a field of masses
As barbed rain showered down
Upon a rosen field of death
222 souls fell limply to the ground
The main of purity sense walked forth into the stench
That signed the contract of a noble note bidding
He kissed a lonely flower abloom
that only beauty to which was forgiving
The shudder of the army in the howl of the wind
Summoned the evil of the forgotten ones
Blanket the white light reeming violent
Painting the new everlastant black sun
For 222 days the mother closed her eyes
The flowers fell deftly to rest
When light was nothingness
All purity was redeemed not yest
The 666 curses of a colorblind world
Put to rest worries of mankind
So that perfection rendered extinct
Locked away ; we'd never find
Why imperfection yet is so fine
AS individuality has us confined