Parasitic Power

Would the canyons split oblivion for squeamish masses to construct perilous gases 

The sheepishly foolishly grazing before the beast rearing its raving head for the grand finale

Canines spinning clockwise in a grinder of gruesome grueling raging for a sacrificial feast 

Blinded they jump into the bottomless mouth watering amidst the sinking drought above

Thoughtlessly fighting furiously amongst one another for eminent death 

It chomps greedily on the mindless drones straight through flesh and bone 

They coo in awe enjoying their own brutal suffering with vivid vivacious splendour satisfactory grins

A swarm forming deep in the stirred silken sand as deceptive monuments to agony 

Social construct confusion to the intrusive worm weaving into soundless skulls

Drilling in its ancient agenda of chaotic insidious infestation 

Parasite perpetuating peril until it has successfully nourished its idealistic hunger for filth ridden power 


About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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