I am the godmachine that feeds on souls,
I am the ever thirsty parasite,
I am the harbinger of doom,
I am you....
Just look in the mirror...
And see the face of wrath,
For I hold the power of destruction,
It lies in the palm of one hand,
In the other I hold fear,
Waiting to unleash the power,
That makes the angels cringe,
I am the destroyer,
Those who love life fear...
The reaper....
With the indescriminate sythe,
And the flames of terror,
Apocalypse draws nigh,
As the screams grow ever louder,
Time to prey for redemption,
Alas there's none in sight,
So laugh out loud and mad,
For inevitablity will crush,
Between the blackend palms,
Of wrath and fear...
Author notes
Look it grows like a poisonous thorn
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grrrrrrreeeeaaaaaaatt
i like it the way it looks ineluctable...
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Seems as if this abberation is getting more severe.....
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A very dark and powerful write. In-your-face imagery seething throughout. Very intense, and certainly a bit chilling. Nicely done!
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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
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Cool! Yeah, you should play with it and do one of your longer fabulous writes!!
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Welcome to Allpoetry
Very interesting piece here. and yes we are our own and others worst enemies sometimes. thanks for sharing this with us here,well done and if you need any help with the site please feel free to let me know and I'll help how ever I can.
Keep it flowing.
cheers
Grey
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