The Forseen Apocolypse Poem by Abby Keen Harris

Through shadows I may walk
Through valleys I may run
Across rivers I may drownd
Across skies I may drop
Under seas I may nowdive
Under rocks I may crush
Over mountains I may freeze
Over sidewalks of concreate
Around the world the death toll rises
Around their hearts barbed wire arises
The stench of rotten fleash
The stench of gasoline
The taste of fear
The taste of death
The sound of chaos
The sound of dispare
The sight of the end
The sight of beauty rare
The touch of a dying lover
The touch of the reapers cold fingers
The waters now run red
The waters now hold dread
The fires comsume their souls
The fires burn gaping holes
The earth cries in pain
The earth slowly dies in vain
The air now thick with death
The air carrying souls away
The spirits by the billions
The spirits float grudgingly away
The only things I see now in this time of death and dispare
Is my plan working in it full and disturbing glory
Who am I to kill these humans?
I am their punching bag, their laughing stock, and their victim
So only the destruction of their race will fufill my vengance!
Now that they are all dead its time to give the great goddess Gaia her planet back
After that I shall take my leave, Good ridden you horrid humans!