As Earth suffers and populace fall.
Towers crumble – Toppling crowds.
Mountains weep. Sulfur seeping from its opening crown.
Boiling seas POP...POP – A Gurgling sound.
..Behold..
~The Ashen Rider~
Time is nigh.
Sweet Chariot sky walker.
Galloping sun dance. iniquitous cloud trotter.
Striding by horseback, saddled and riled.
Eying souls to capture and add to his pile.
Tormented; harbinger of all that's entombed.
Ancient hellion birthing wrath from a womb.
Eclipsed moon by Ashen's ascending fumes.
Furious fire, puffing smoke, ballooned.
Treachery looms, Overcast with the Blackest typhoon.
The sheer prowess devours with ashes bestrewn.
A diabolical deity following orders eagerly.
Demented enjoyment – Daemon – Demonical Piety.
Killing time leisurely, captured spirits fleeting obscurity.
Hollowed heart; envision mortality;
Will broken, slipping sanity drifting not balancing.
Catch up on lost prayers; But, God's calloused so casually.
Failing in life makes death a reality.
As proof closes in via his stallion,
A quaking Earth sheds tears as she's his captured medallion.
Chains welcomed, they beat Death's vile cornucopia.
Roaming beasts feed on the living; euphoria.
Nefarious wings, Titled halos in a subtle disguise,
Black skies pour blood; humanity kneels in his site.
Secretly praying, contrite. Pleadings pathetic.
Lose your soul and die slow, or scribe three sixes; forget it
With each lash plasma splashes in-fits,
Spewing nectar as wolves chomp at the bit.
Trying to escape's futile, stop it, pompous dim wit.
For every angel there's four cohorts, each, truly sadistic.
The crux is alive, because all are wishing to die,
They gladly invite rotting decrepit insides.
Welcome a decayed brain housing a snake in the eye.
Alas, a skull fuck is a skull fucked –
You'd hate to survive.
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