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Two Beast Are Coming

One of them blue, one of them red

By The Invisible WriterPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 2 min read
Two Beast Are Coming
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Two beasts are coming

One of them blue, one of them red

Ferociously in the dark

Devouring innocence

Devil's blood

Coursing through their

Black veins

Demonic bodies moving

Under a moon

With no crescent

~

Two beasts are coming

One of them blue, one of them red

Fear my child

For these underworld

Creatures bring hell's wrath

Upon their backs

From the depths of Hades

They travel with a chorus

Of Gehenna's songbirds

A murder of black crows

Cawing omens

Of blood thirsty swine

~

Two beasts are coming

One of them blue, one of them red

Hounds under a horrid sky

Racing through a witch's hour

Gnashing jaws dripping

Fresh with crimson

Angry teeth grinding

Hungry with violence

Blood lust filling every chamber

Of their decaying hearts

Pray my children, for mercy

From what comes

This wicked night

~

Two beast are coming

One of them blue, one of them red

Run, don't look back

Keep to the shadows

Hide in the darkness

Away from the light

Catch your breath

Hold your panic

Race out before the fire

Of hell burns the steps

Behind you

~

Two beasts are coming

One of them blue, one of them red

Tremble with fright

When the fever of hellfire

Blows warm on your neck

Break the hushed silence

With a horrified scream

When the smell of burning sulfur

Rises from just behind you

Cry one last goodbye

Before their ravenous teeth

Sink deep into your flesh

~

Two beasts are coming

One of them blue, one of them red

Emerging from the dark

Hate spilling from their

Rancid Mouths

Deceit pouring from their

Diseased minds

Siren songs of hymns

From a netherworld choir

Calling out

From their rotten souls

Don't believe the lies they tell

My child

Don't believe the smiles they give

Dear lamb

~

Two beasts are coming

One of them blue, one of them red

With them comes

Death on a black horse

Behind them a band

Of hissing demons

Wait to be loosed

Upon the innocence

Of the land

~

Two of beasts are coming

One of them Blue, One of them Red

Authors note, this piece is an exaggeration on the current political landscape in America and not meant to be taken too literally.

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