Gushes of the sky.
The tornado inferno that is coming by.
There is nowhere to hide.
The end near the end.
Still it begins in the end.
It crawls and feeds and feasts.
As the roasted bodies cook and steam.
As the smell rises and fends.
The deadly crawler waits and sees.
Impatiently.... It drools.
Impatiently it'd been held back by the lord.
The lord that had no more bait to give the beast.
Lay there my children, see them stumbling and falling.
See them screaming and daring.
See them pushing and fighting.
See them breaking and dying.
As the burn sears and crumbles.
The beast feasts and tumbles.
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Lord's Beast
PoetryThis is my first post, but i hope you will enjoy this dark poem. I truly value feedbacks! This poem takes place in apocalyptic setting. where God chooses to kill people of the earth to feed his pet. I hope you enjoy the poem
