Tar clouds overcoming the dawn.
World clangs in anticipation.
Mist in the wind.
Morning fear mourning.
Ascending from the nether regions.
Pain that will sear.
Scar that shall itch.
A mouth shall be stitched.
Rigid grate,
an order to assimilate.
A hand will rise against,
cynical demise.
Slime black mold
charcoal cold,
blood spills,
for those who hold…
A light to the sky,
as now only demons can fly.
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