You Will Pay Poem by Casey Gochnour

Terror below, it’s time for a show.
Rise above, leave bodies in the undertow.
Warm blood spilling over the streets,
Pouring as their dying heart beats.

Drive their madness, use their hatred.
Remember, remember, they have nothing sacred.
They believe in no being greater than they,
And now they lie, cheat, and have become prey.

Let claws and talons alike lay loose across skin,
Remind them that this battle they cannot win.
What would have been different if they had known?
Would they have been so quick to disown from the throne?

Now they are in shambles; pieces laid on roads,
Oh how their music used to play! Sonnets and odes!
Singing of a land of peace and love,
Speaking of living life only for joy thereof!

Lyrics of illegal deeds, and more of the devil’s work,
Truly actions to drive their demons berserk.
Taking over entirely, there’s no turning back,
Now is the retaliation; the unstoppable attack.

Forever now the circle is complete,
From the tips of their heads to the ends of their feet.
Embodied life, no one left to befriend,
Lucifer’s touch, now this is the end.