The Fine Art of Mayhem

Cry, scream,
Run for your lives.
Decry my wrath
For it will descend
Pray for your lives
for no one is going to listen
heed your prayer
falling on deaf ears
For far too long
the torture has been throttling
never ceasing, choking
toxic venom spewing forth
No longer can I ignore
the rape and mutilation
the rapid degeneration
Leading to extinction

So today I shrug my slumber
and Clap my hands in anger
Thunder sounding wild gongs
In heaven and hell
Waves of crashing fury
meet calm shores at break of dawn
wash away all forms of quotidian normality
Far away into oblivion
Remember this picture
keep it with your memories
a small hint of absolute detruction
coming of which is assured
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