Obliteration Creation

Epitaphs and Cenotaphs
Crushed beneath the waves
Crumbling like rocky mountain sides
during an avalanche

Effigies and Tombstones
Shattered by the opening of the Earth
Splitting apart like lightning bolts
across the sky

A flash of light descends from
above to set the world ablaze
A hungry fire consumes all that was
once revered as sacred
The entire country side weeps
as it watches the ashes
of holy creations float away
Towards the stars that utter laughter
The galaxies mock every living thing
that resides below
All are pleading on their knees
”Our lives here today... they end too soon!
They end too soon!”

This land...
Where once gardens of flowers grew
Where feathered and furry creatures
played atop branches of oak
Where rivers ran free and strong
Bathed our naked bodies
Cleansed them free of sin

The flowers have decayed
The only thing left
of those once living
Are their bones
Rotting upon dried bark
that groans in agony
For its leaves have long since fell
Drifting towards roaring black oceans
that contain the blood
of innocent and guilty alike

Crimson liquid flows freely
as the gods stand idly by
Observing their task of annihilation
They have all agreed upon this:

The time is right to destroy the world.
Too much mire Too much filth
Has accumulated before our eyes
Everything that now walks, swims, or flies
Has become a creature of unworth
Now we commence the obliteration
So that we may begin anew
This task of creation.

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