Wrath

Murderous rumblings across the skies

Gods looking down with disgust

this oasis

built for fragile humans

needs to combust.

Wars have been started

wars have been ended

while humanities are stripped away

lightening bolts

thrown in rage

hit the final mark.

We have waited too long

there is no way back

we cannot placate the Gods

who only want to wipe us out.

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Blighted

Blackness roils across the land

encompassing fields and crops

a blight unlike any before seen

man made and let loose.

Flesh falls from bones

flashes of shadows burst free

death comes to all who are near

without playing favorites

without discerning wealth.

Never would you think so cruel

that the riches already had

are not enough

that they would make you forfeit your lands.

No longer are monies counted

abundant…..

enough…..

a body count

ferocious rage

decimating all

is the new measure of power.