The Beast

It tears through the
red flesh
It claws at the walls
To the deep abyss
it falls.
Crimson mist,
blackened fist.
Echoes of it's roar
teeth gnaw on
the rope,
It's too late now
for hope.
crystal tears,
no one hears.
Lids open,
the Lord has spoken.

The End

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