The Merciful Lord
A billion are floating;
The sky has cleared, the seas are calm
The prophecy fulfilled.
Months it took, a forest of logs,
Hushed from heathens,
The family ark is made.
Flood sank the corrupt.
With couples of Hounds and Swines,
Ark shelters the faith.
Eden stinks of rot,
Fish nibbles the flesh,
Germinates in living, a faith.
A billion floating and bloating,
Some twitching, gasping.
Headed to the Inferno.
Satanic, demonic, heathen idolaters!
Pagans a breed sinners!
Lord bellows a fire to roast.
The endless sons of Lord
Ark maker not the last,
Sent to fetch a meal.
Bloating maggotted venison
Salted and grilled, served with faith,
Lord devours the demons.
Satan defeated, his army roasted,
Glory to the Lord, the merciful.
Victor writes an epic.
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