A dark, desolate landscape with a large crack leading to an abyss, illuminated by melting candles under a stormy sky, framed by ancient pillars.

The Ninth Plague Darker than lying in your closed crypt Much darker than what fell over Egypt When Ra fell and his sun fell from the sky A darkness where colors do not exist A darkness that even light will resist The fifth angel covers your brightest star No point of reference to know where you are A darkness that leaves you without movement Without hope- not a chance for improvement A stillness where your senses are deprived A blackness you feel and hope to survive A withdrawal, and you feel the absence A judgement- one cant escape the presence Formless and void over the surface deep Just a memory of the light you keep A blackness- you can’t even see your hand A darkness that is a stain on the land The candle wax melts, wick won’t hold the light No remedy for this permanent night The sun is not hiding behind a cloud This darkness is more than a distant shroud It’s a distance and darkness you’ve created The darkness and light you’ve separated For three mornings Ra’s victories did cease The sun would not be rising in the East The thick darkness in His absence He gave But in three days He would rise from the grave The sun god could not drive away the night Only The Son of God can restore The Light See more