A WARNING FROM A

A WARNING FROM A FELLOW BEAST

Oh sirens shall weep, into the darkness they seep, lost in the void of a shadowed hand, as fires burn out across the promised land. As planets shatter, into the origin matter, lowly creatures lost what was given, to be sent to another creature clan. To consume the earth, to destroy the hearth, to fall out of the hands of nirvana, to fall into the chopping grounds of the apocrypha. When the darkness can no longer be slain, risen from the charcoaled remain, as her magicy declares war once more, to return her mystic home. This the fate of all who stand in the way, of gods that wish no delay, of apocalypse never to miss, as results of incorporated bliss. In darkness they fall, in solace to the final water wall, to take bases near the hall, in sign of the corrupted thrall. For a savior to never suffer the ordain, forever trapped in the hellscaped remain, for the end of the tale has come, as all creatures enter the ending fight to survive. And the angels will do their joyous dance, of a new world to come into place, starting with a beautiful trace of before, to rid the current composer. All good comes after bad, no matter what has been planned, so never fear the inevitable recovery, but fear questions if us mammals remain after this century. Andrew Swanson