Alpha-Omega and The Blueberry Gang.

That power so total and full of greed,
had finally commenced the awful deed.
And in his hands he had twirled,
the harrowing fate of my dear world.
And He, (being the start and end),
did doom to my brethren send.

And after my race had he made sod,
through their ashes he did trod.
And sat, triumphant, on his throne.
Two beds, high stacked, and white as bone.
And looking over my world he bade,
     "This light so bright. Be darkness made!"

So light did vanish, earth did wither,
no chirp of life, not even a slither.
Through every street, in every home,
dark did creep, and death was sown.
The only survivors did sit and weep,
for they had only their dead to keep.

But one was silent, and did not cry.
The last hope of man, stirred in his eye.
And in the dark he thought of when,
we would take our world again.
He called on brothers, and sisters to rise,
and battle the foe who brought our demise.

And from the caves of earth did creep,
a rebellion force, within the deep.
And out onto the field of battle,
with club, sword, stick, and paddle.
Fighting back for what they lost.
Saving the world at any cost.

The Omnipotent laughed at the force,
to be crushed with ease of course.
And from his throne he began,
to strike down with fire across the land.
Feeding his beast with strong a gale,
Engulfing the rebels in fiery veil.

But this did not yet stop their heart,
for they had not yet played their part.
Their leader pushed onward for his dream.
His might unmatched, his sword a'gleam.
But this tale has more dismay,
for one of the light did betray.

She crawled on off to join the power,
She fought against, that very hour.
For in her hopes she held a dream,
of being the darkest, highest queen.
And so the Master took her in,
and the end of the war did begin.

Now his eyes were everywhere,
had now a spy to do his stare.
Many a good soul was taken,
Ones left fought harder, and held unshaken.
And then it happened then and there!
The rebel leader jumped forth in air.

Raising up his sword he bade,
      "Dark thrown back, and brightness made!"
Enemy thrashed out to counter the blow,
and our hero, his blade did throw.
And the war grew pinnacle in that time.
And the sky slowly, let forth its shine.

In past the arm, that meant to block.
In through his heart it sent a shock.
The metal tip it did pierce,
the very heart of Him so fierce.
And the Dark then fell from his seat.
His strength so great!
Now was beat...

And so goes the tale, as they say.
And even now in this modern day,
I still remember way back when,
the earth was wild and dark back then.
And you people today, so carefree,
Living in a world given to thee.

Yes its true, I was actually there.
You couldn't tell, me here in this chair.
Old and wrinkled and full of dust.
My life most spent, my skin a crust.
But I remember, when the heavens sang,
of "Alpha-Omega and The Blueberry Gang"