This is pretty much just a blend of thoughts that don't really go together, but I couldn't think of what else to do with it. I'll make changes as I go, but I can't guarantee it'll get any better. Thanks for understanding.
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The ground is shaking,
In a fearsome shadow, it’s breaking,
I fear the twisted sky is falling down.
The human aspect does tremble,
Terrified voices chaos resembles,
Cut quick as screaming metal falls;
Heralds the breaking of useless human laws,
Deafened behind cataclysm...
The Terran hand has found its end.

How did it get ever get this far?
How could it have ever come to this?
I wonder if this is the way it’s supposed to be?
How could God let us forget
The course we beget?
Or was there another path we were never born to see?

As if from gaping, wide sores,
The blood and sludge pours into broken streets.
Rubble mixed with the bodies of the dead,
Shaken and cracked the fault lines, in warfare
Borne of Nature, the primary shade is water color red.

The cities razed in fire-fall,
Blacken the sky, air and ground.
Blasphemy to speak, heresy to act,
As haggard breath of lung does pass...
From risen hand does violence speak,
First to lash out and then retract,
And shatters in fervor Evangelist glass.

Give exclamation of faith with a forked tongue,
Foretold in forgotten hymns ages old...
For God or for Devil,
Both arise in upheaval.
To punish or to praise,
The lesser or the greater
For the end of all days,
Wade we through vile serpent waters.

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