Death’s rancid breath
Hurries to be free.
Ice cold juggernaut,
No respite does it seek.
A melted skating rink
Of colour long lost,
Rears up as it is chased
From earth’s jagged edge.
A thousand little crystals;
Tears from the heavens,
Fall from grace
Angered by reality.
The curse of Lucifer
Heaves from man’s step.
Cast from fiery rock;
Makes its home in the sky.
Treasures of angels,
Fuelled by the evils of sin,
Rain with dragon tails
And the roar of the lions den.
Heavenly eye of Ra,
Red with the fires of hell,
Comes forth as the guillotine
With an evil stroke of judgement.
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Submission Name: An Evil Stroke of Judgement
