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 Mar 2015
Drake Brayer
The air I breathe is heavy, the sound of rain is sweet
Fire falls from the heavens, painting the earth in ashy sleet
The city below is a pyre, a bustling arcana of flesh eating heat
The clouds are monoliths, titans of obsidian ore
Solid and implacable, as the winds gather the storm
The earth is breathing heavy, its cracked lungs give way
Fire leaps from the ruins, of our dying planet's decay
Paradise is rising, the ocean bares its teeth
The dead below are writhing, twisting in shallow graves
Their rotting flesh is smiling, hungry for the souls it saves
Salvation marches forward, it rides on four pairs of four
Babylon walks the desert, searching for its *****
A world immersed in madness, by insanity is swallowed whole
For humanity to be saved, its body must be parted from its soul

— The End —