The Harvest of
Armageddon
Demeter knew this
Harvest would be
way to hard to handle
So she hit up Ceres
at 3am with
swords and burning
candles
The two of them in the
shadows as the old man
fumbles
scandals
The two of them
vandalistic, chat him
up then drop the anvil
Together they prepped
that skyship with
every weapon of
war
But the greatest weapon
they have is themselves,
their brains and spice
for oars
The two of them thick
as thieves as the
souless tremble in awe
The two of them don't
bend knees, they bend
bodies to the floor
Time for one last
prayer to the highest
sources they adore
Forgive us all our sins,
we bout to crash thru
those white walls!
GALLERY501