Harbinger

Harbinger

The harbinger is coming,
he was here long ago;
Death will ride upon his wings
and soon we all will know.

From twenty six millennia
the destroyer shall return
to cleanse this sphere of pestilence;
everything must burn.

We're naught but the experiment
and wasn't it quite grand!
but now it's time to say farewell
and perish from the land.

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