Flocking Apocalypse Birds
The goblet is poisonous!
Noisome and cursed!
Hate is the script,
Set in spells unreversed,
Devilish ecstacy,
Foremost and first,
Destined to render the worst.
The chalice is desolate,
Laced with desire,
Wantonly craven,
And dripping with ire,
Hopeful petitions,
That melt in the fire,
Dead with the flames leaping higher.
Nastiness blurted,
In ravenous words,
Cryptograms blazing,
To anger the herds,
Horrible hellish,
This future that girds,
Flocking apocalypse birds…
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