Rise of the Swine

For the swine shall arise 
from the river of fire
armed with the hammer 
of scornful desire 
seeking to feast
in its blood thirsty rage
on the meek and the feeble 
the weakened of age 

From his black soulless eyes
to his char crusted snout
alas he emerges
to trample about
fanning his flames 
he shall rise ever higher
this aching unquenchable 
belly of fire

All that remains 
in the wake of his gorge 
are the bloody and broken 
his hammer will forge
wildly swung
with a feverish scorn
as the people will wail 
of remorse as they mourn 

While the temperature rises
still higher and higher
Be but warned
of your burning desire
death and destruction
is all we acquire 
when the swine shall arise
from the river of fire

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