At
last, my reign of fire has begun!
The
world as you know it will be undone!
Burn
precious land! Burn!
To
rule you, has come my turn.
Green
is not my colour,
But
blazing red is.
Come,
has humanity’s hour,
To
see how devastating life will be.
The
time has come for them to see,
The
beauty of mortality.
Wallow
not, for you have all been consumed by your greed,
Now
you sow the thorns of your seeds.
Plenty,
the world gave you,
But
repay it kindly you did not.
Now
brace yourselves for what it will give you,
You
idle, cunningly conniving lot.
The
fields of green will burn red,
‘We
have it under control,’ you said;
The
seas of blue will turn black with rage,
And
my fury will last for an age!
Then,
if you live still,
We
shall see what becomes of your will.
Will
you end the storm and learn?
Or
shall we annihilate your spawn?!
Burn
precious land! Burn!
Show
these men the choler in your core!
Burn
mighty land! Burn!
Let’s
see if these creatures have a heart or will exist no more!
Burn
furious land! Burn!
See
them crumble; it’s their turn!
Burn
bitter land! Burn!
In
this age, all life, to ashes, will burn!
The poem is picture inspired - with a hint of personal stuff.
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