#warhammer - Hello Poetry

Our tendrils have parted the cracks in the stars as we slip through the space in-between Cacophony echoes through the dark of the sky and the air starts to split at the seams The hunger is growing as the swarm is amassed we're compelled to the prey we've caught We are a sea of gnashing jaws and slashing claws We are conclusion, we are the maw! You are the chosen, gathered livestock Marching solemnly to the gates of the slaughter inside out walls

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Aug 1, 2020

Aug 1, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC

prossnip42

Devourers

Our tendrils have parted the cracks in the stars as we slip through the space in-between Cacophony echoes through the dark of the sky and the air starts to split at the seams The hunger is growing as the swarm is amassed we're compelled to the prey we've caught We are a sea of gnashing jaws and slashing claws We are conclusion, we are the maw! You are the chosen, gathered livestock Marching solemnly to the gates of the slaughter inside out walls

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Warning of an attack The people scream out loud Warnings in the sky Of what's coming Appearing on the horizon a threat on a planetary level Demons in the sky, cast shadows on the ground Bringers of destruction, are ravaging the land Fury of Khorne's servants, a force to reckon with They set the world on fire, the turn to **** again Flames are burning higher, the bodies keep falling Khorne's servants on a rampage as the sky is turning red Better run for cover, you'll be quick or be dead Burn, Burn! Rage of the Blood God Burn, Burn! Blood for his throne Die, die! Merciless killing Burn, burn! Skulls for his throne!

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC

prossnip42

Khorne's Destruction - Rage Of The Blood God

Warning of an attack The people scream out loud Warnings in the sky Of what's coming Appearing on the horizon a threat on a planetary level Demons in the sky, cast shadows on the ground Bringers of destruction, are ravaging the land Fury of Khorne's servants, a force to reckon with They set the world on fire, the turn to **** again Flames are burning higher, the bodies keep falling Khorne's servants on a rampage as the sky is turning red Better run for cover, you'll be quick or be dead Burn, Burn! Rage of the Blood God Burn, Burn! Blood for his throne Die, die! Merciless killing Burn, burn! Skulls for his throne!

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The earth is starting to crack The clouds are all turning black The temperature in the oceans is rising The plants are dying, the animals run, Nurgle's plague dancers have come You feel your skin start to itch And your breath in your throat starts to hitch Rashes all over your skin Blisters and boils, a painful fever for some, Nurgle's plague dancers have come Pray to your Emperor now For a quick death for him to allow Your prayers will never be heard As they march along undeterred Screaming for your life, then you're done, Nurgle's plague dancers have come

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Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC

prossnip42

Nurgle's Plague Dancers - Oh Magnificent Pestilence

The earth is starting to crack The clouds are all turning black The temperature in the oceans is rising The plants are dying, the animals run, Nurgle's plague dancers have come You feel your skin start to itch And your breath in your throat starts to hitch Rashes all over your skin Blisters and boils, a painful fever for some, Nurgle's plague dancers have come Pray to your Emperor now For a quick death for him to allow Your prayers will never be heard As they march along undeterred Screaming for your life, then you're done, Nurgle's plague dancers have come

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Auspexes chiming targets acquired purple smoking lances fire Cherub dead face wings flutter Ghost choir sings and voices mutter Scrolling cognator clicking gears snaking red glow cables fear dull black cermite gleaming; polished through the walls with violence; demolished Flags of battle now unfurled Exterminatus; the end of world's Atop the pile men stand tall now fall back quickly to the halls with bolter, chain, claw and hammer fight back the witch, the mutant; unsanctioned psyker

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC

m-eastman

Enemies of the Imperium

Auspexes chiming targets acquired purple smoking lances fire Cherub dead face wings flutter Ghost choir sings and voices mutter Scrolling cognator clicking gears snaking red glow cables fear dull black cermite gleaming; polished through the walls with violence; demolished Flags of battle now unfurled Exterminatus; the end of world's Atop the pile men stand tall now fall back quickly to the halls with bolter, chain, claw and hammer fight back the witch, the mutant; unsanctioned psyker

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