The Nightmare 33: Godslayer

The Nightmare 33: Godslayer

A Chapter by Neo-Water Basilisk

An epic!

Effulgent city
Radiance of gods
Immortals' metropolis
Holy and blessed

But incoming catastrophe
Discontent soul
In the mortal realm
To transcend his frame

In his sleep
In his dreamt realm
He shall construct
An unimaginable weapon

The disgruntled soul
Trapped in a suffering frame
Forsaken by the gods
Vengeance incarnate

Cancerous body
Cancerous soul
Tumour of hatred
To be manifested

Heavenly city
Eternal residents
Peaceful, prosperous...
Pretentious pests!

How dare they look down
Upon this patient's patience!
Hellish hospital
Helpless healers

No one capable of curing him
No god to take pity upon him
Neglected and distraught
This soul enraged

Unimaginable weapon
Forged from mortal's fury
Wrathful relic
Wretched soul

Stairway to heaven
Opens up before him
Before man is paradise
Before him shall become hell

Deteriorating lights
Sewage overflowing
Rats invade
Immortal confusion

He comes
He comes
The mortal comes
He shall destroy all in his sleep

Gods in chaos
Falling city
Seas are heaving
The sky collapsing

Earth is ignited
Great conflagration
Immolated immortals
Incinerated innocents

Gods of chaos
Antagonized city
Falling fire
Ravaging revolution

The slaughter begins
A massacre of eternity
None shall survive
Lords of creation die

His weapon of will
Prolongs the carnage
The gods are butchered
Decapitation inevitable

Defenestrate them all
Send them flying through clouds
Their haven annihilated
Homeless and lifeless

Twitching limbs
Ashen ruins
Are all that remains
To accompany him

This is the end
Of fate-weaving demons
Witches and soothsayers
Given their graves

The soul is soothed
By the songs of vultures
As they feed upon corpses
And defecate over remains

His mission complete
Soul unites with body
Once more
But this is also his end

Though the soul is vindicated
The body still lies sick in bed
Soon it will be the end
For the weak mortal frame

The deed has been done
The gods have been slain
And now it is his turn
To be laid to rest

The mortal now dies
Given his grave
Left unvisited
For no family nor friends

Forever forgotten:

© 2011 Neo-Water Basilisk

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Added on August 5, 2011
Last Updated on August 6, 2011
Tags: epic, god, ascension, poem


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