Birth Of The End Poem by Zachary Hoyt

i stood on the edge of the sea
i watched a being of hell break the subsurface
riping a cavity onto our earth
a vast chasm is whats left of its birth
signitures of the cryptics forsaw such a beast
consuming everything in its path
death is its only influence
this being has convulsed a burdensome future

the monks are Nauseated by the sight
they emmitt prayers into the sky
for they do not know that god cant do a thing
for this they know that this is the end

societys begin to crumble an deteriorate
buildings foundations are destroyed
monuments begin to be relinquished
cataclysm's are riping the earths crust
whats left of our terrain is black fire of death
hell fire plagues the earth for this is a new birth

locust are emitted from the fissures
they roam the earth to find there prey
they feast on the liveing creatures
the vast majoriety begins to relinquish everything
the world is dieing

the serpent grows debilitated
it begins to dehydrate from lack of souls
its vital organs begin to corrupt an fail
its time to go back to where it once came from
it burrows back into the fissure it once created
for now it waits to be awoken once again

Future existent worlds coalesce into one.
the remainders are among are the last
they bond into one territory
awaiting for the beast once more
for they know they gave birth to the end