True Wrath

A volcano erupts a vicious fury, Engulfing endless existence. Eradicating and sending to oblivion, Any structure of shallow resistance. A tornado sweeps away in rages; Defenses collapse amongst themselves. Brittle barricades encase the fallen shards, Of true manifestations of ourselves. A storm devastates everything in its path; Invincible means completely nothing. As with the shadows of the past, Emptiness stands in place of something. A life is depicted by these events, A previously shattered essence. But now not even these occurrences, Can eliminate the lingering of your presence.