The Road To Whiskeyville Poem by Mason Maestro

The force is dawning
Spawning a fiery face
Saints and sinners alike will be begging for their death
Shelter yourself with the legions of your faith
Initiators broke in
Written fables we once read
Destiny forsaken for reasons never said
And not too far from Whiskeyville
The chakra slowly spins
Up above the cloud tops
The thickness quickly thins
And they got
Saints and sinners begging for their plot
A legion comprised of a whole heaping lot
Darkness soon is coming
It's coming round the bend
Protect your wife and kids before it rears its evil head
When the stars come falling
Due south of heaven's fate
Atemporal they shine
Not too far from Whiskeyville's gate