Hear the stomping feet as it passes,
Look at the place where it had been laid,
The crunching three-toed thing of a demon,
Liquify the person,
Leaving even less to aid.
The apocalypse is coming,
The devils are on the loose,
They can only smell the worst sinners,
But they still can come for you,
Stalking along corners,
Pathways coated in blood,
God’s mercy isn’t here,
Never fucking was,
The sky is full of black wings,
And siren songs that they sing,
Drawing out humans,
To be stomped down again.
They will not stop until,
As they always knew they would,
End the world—
For fucking good.
Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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