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Created on: February 08, 2009
Armageddon Cycle
Watch the sun rise
On this:
The first day of the
Apocalypse.
Scury to your shelters
In vain;
The retribution is near.
Cockroaches are destined
For greater things
Than humanity,
The roiling mass that
Encompasses everyone but
The humane.
And the sun is rising
Like the axe of the
Executioner;
Inhumanity the cringing
Convicted.
The Divine Wisdom
Mandates who must
Suffer for their lives,
And who has paid
Enough.
The sky is not on fire.
Yet.
The seas are not boiling.
Yet.
The earth has not split.
Yet.
And there is no respite.
Ever.
Pain may lie by the
Riverside,
But it is in the river,
Above the river,
Along the river,
Of the river.
It is soon to flood
And overflow the banks
Created of greed
And hypocrisy.
The dawn may be
Clear, but the sunset
Will be crimson,
And no shepherd of men
Will take delight in it
For today the world
Created by excess and
The grace of humanity will
End.
People are a plague
On mankind;
Our sole redeeming
Feature our
Willingness to commit
To suicide.
Well...
I say redeeming' in
The clear and solid
Knowledge that we're
All quite DOOMED,
And all that this is
Is the seduction, the
Elaborate dance performed
In order to
Destroy us more thoroughly.
God bless this land.
So this is the first
Day of the Apocalypse.
Well now, don't straggle
People, nor struggle.
We have a full schedule
Of events to get through.
There's tennis and pain,
Rowing and damnation,
And OH!
Don't forget to
BURN IN HELL.
No day is complete
Without the screams
Of the guilty as
They're entertained with
Hot irons.
Gives me tingles
Just thinking about it.
Why not go over
And say hi to
The Big Man?
The personal touch is
Always appreciated, I find.
Look, he's been chewing on
Those three for aeons now.
The Apocalypse; it's a
One of a kind event.
Chance of a lifetime.
Don't misunderstand;
You've had the chance
Of having a lifetime,
Now you can only sit here
And watch your lifetime
Flash before your melting eyes.
Hope it isn't boring.
Don't worry, you'll be looked
After.
For ever.
Oh yes, and as I mentioned:
Burn in Hell.
The plains of Megiddo
Are charged with
The energy of the world,
Set to explode.
Everything is tensely at
Rest.
The calm before the
Eternal Storm.
There will be no survivors
Of this fallout;
None worthy of existence;
Cursed by blood.
The sun rises slowly on
The first day of the
Apocalypse...
The razor's edge has never
Looked so thin.
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