Flood and Drought – (NehpetsEnal) #92
It seems I am to be the bearer of bad tidings
It appears I am the cleanser of human debauchery
I will arrive after forty days, and forty nights have passed
During which time, hell will rain down on earth
Humanity will be swept aside by my progeny
And the earth will be freed from its pestilence
Now I am drought, sent to dry the earth's crust
Turning rotting flesh and bones, to dust
I am the heavenly avenger
Do as you are told, for God won't tell you twice
Or I will be instructed to return
And wreak yet untold vengeance
It's a mute question, surely this is genocide
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