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Vile DelugeClouds of filth throb overhead,Weeping tears of muck. Veins of lightning fracture the air And thunder snarls in the black. From horizon to the void, These sickly fields of glut; Simmering marshes of virulence, Eternal pools of slush. At a glance, they resemble not men, but beasts, Wallowing in their own waste. The swine of Sheol, drowning in discharge, Dehumanized and debased. No pity for the ravenous. No pity for the voracious. Eyeless bovine piled three-deep in the mud, Each only aware of himself. Sightless, abandoned, they suffer alone, Forever consuming the smut. Eyeless bovine piled three-deep in the mud, Upon a carpet of their bloated corpses Strides the Wolf. The abhorrent Behemoth; Hydra Bitch of Gluttony. Heads are cleaved from spines And pulpous flesh is ripped away. Limbless torsos slosh In mounds of suppurating meat. Six eyes scour the rotten mess; Claws and teeth destroy. The beast of the third circle; Bloodthirst incarnate. All fear Cerberus; Fear the Great Worm; Triad of hounds; The canine malevolent. |