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Strike Me Down
The peak of the spire left me wanting.
I welcome it all no matter how haunting.
Take in my Plagues.
Taken by Plagues.
Pathogens are airborne and live bloodborne.
Vector-borne injected, infected, will forever
remain undetected.
Foodborne now room warm can wait until
Those desperate dudes need food.
No matter the percentage of the Tithe.
No matter the amount of zeros provided.
No matter the cost it adapts too fast.
No Matter the God that is called upon.
omnivore.
carnivore.
herbivore.
They will all be gone.
Scared they froth and choke upon tongue.
Cling to life, for high hills they will run.
Death.
Famine.
War.
Pestilence.
Reshapen the globe, despite what remains.
A flash of lightning blinds let us say bye-bye.
No matter its shape.
No matter its size.
Everything is smitten, yet everything dies.
I know you fear death.
For what?
If not for us then not for it.
There won't be horns or a loving parade.
Only in black, can we make our escape.
Only in nothing void of space.
Expectations: Grandiose and oh-so-great.
Deformation: Displeasure principle waits.
Wake up, sleep heavy, in the cold unshaken.
At the human expense, rip out the page
no more would be written.
Nothing is nothing and all is decay.
Here is a tomb on Earth, it happened
Again.
Copyright ©
William Rodriguez
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