GEMUT APOCALYPTICUS
GEMUT APOCALYPTICUS
Terrain to thy welcoming, clapsing
As the sky in fear of the rage, gasps
Oh to devour the devourers tasking
Prepared for thee Oh apocalis
The blue in time so lovely
I could feel the touch firmly
On the contour to thine rays
To light the path to thine rains
It's about time she smiled
To the spat tornado filed
At the shooting of a rock star
About the end to make this war
Vent in the anger roaring
To the spiteful will of war
As it rolls down ocean of wants
To the desires that can't be quenched
You asked for love, It offers hate
Asked for peace , offers war
Asked for flower, offers it with viper
Wrapped it in the vase of its casing
Who will tell the sky?, enough!
Who will say to Leviathian, rot!
To the waggling of its bumps
As it rolls the sea over its bits
To archaic! Lost battle to strength
To witty! Lost wars to the wise
The rolls of anger set lose await
Yet the world will not remain same.
Caress the earth in her warmth
Don't consume her in her rage
Make her a better place to her hosts
Her end shouldn't be the heart of apocalypse
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