Number of the Beast

Nothing can survive in
utter chaos, and without adieu,
multitudes of innocents scream;
beaten and burned, they succumb.
Evil, sealed away since the dawn of time,
regains its power as humanity's executioner.

On this day sounds a dark bolero,
foraging for hope in shattered belief

Tormenting humanity, cries of pain ring out.
Hate and envy delivering anguish,
earth drinking in thick blood with glee.

Bodies shattered and torn limb from limb;
endless pain for humanity to endure.
A river of blood, tribute to the demonic alpha.
Satan basks in the bloodshed so glorious.
The end is nigh; Lucifer has risen, and is triumphant.

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