Only Zuul - 12 Gauge Sunrise

A surge like breath
Vented like foetid gas
From out the mouth of chaos portends
Black flanked nimbus exhale
Armies of the ready-dead, assembled by proxy
Like to marasmic curs us abound
Approaching
Licking their slavery jaws
Satisfied with nothing
Wasted
Wanting
Look to your wives
Your husbands sons and daughters
Lock up your doors
Your windows and your larders
Power in numbers, strength in abundance
Shambling, championing the death of inconstance
This plague's claimed scores since the insurrection began
At this point the situation has been deemed a catastrophe
From behind the callousèd eyes of unrest
Only the dead shall persevere
The End
I can feel my hide thickening
Insalubrious
Against the torrents of the almight'
My eyes are crystalline
My senses all tight
We tread the paths of woe
Where no mortal
Vain may follow anon
We've scaled the mounts of madness
Who will stand against our forces now?
We sound now the call
Fie trump and clarion
We sound now the call
From the bowels, ignescent
A cleansing deluge shall the masters of greed receive

Written by:
Quinton Gardner

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