The Messenger:
You gnawed and spit blood, broken bones, those lovely teeth
Eat on the bricks of chopped down dreams, bring it down now dear
The angst of a deprived, hungry creature of sin finally emerging victorious
your demise is now under construction as we feed towards your direction
A sad news of a previous mistake
A text written in blood, sayin’ you’re next
Perturbed as the reports came barging in
is taking form on its own…
Shapeshifter behemoth son demon of Abraham
Blue flame aura enveloped sending chills in every warriors’ spine…
Lifting off…… one step back to the watery grave
Send in the recon captain, this is going to be another long day…
A call of distress from far away galaxy… will you come and save the day?
Decode… battling answers across a rampaging asteroids of riddles
Will you get it in time… before everyone else is long dead and gone?
While we wait… mind if i stay here a lil bit longer?
While i try to grapple and get the message in order?
Decode… battling answers across space and time continuum
will you get it in time before… it is all dead and gone?
The lady weeps… numbers are going down fast
The spineless darkling, behemoth devil son of Abraham
Apocalyptic killing spree, guns for the children
fight or be devoured by the blue flamed nightmare
Is there still sun behind this crimson sky?
Enter violin… enter sound of destruction… enter despair…
enter monotonous beat… drown us now… lay us to rest…
as we partake in this bloody awakening…
under this crimson sky.
1 comment:
the beginning of the narrative poem showing the birth of evil, and the call for help.
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