This Creature In two files they came, Long snakes twisted with fire, Bent on destruction of this creature. Fear of death, tongue of the liar. They ravaged and burned, Pillaged and raped. Fires of hell brought to the ground, This Anonymous citadel. Ashes of war they thought a victory. Smoldering embers of deceit, Anonymous was not dead it seems. From the rubble came a roar. Angry, energy, power overwhelming. The usurpers took fright, No longer the brave, no more their might. From the ashes arose anew, In glory and splendor un-earthly, This creature both darkness and light. The fabric of space, the cloth of time. This Anonymous rising. With but a look it withered the ranks, Melting flesh, boiling eyes, cracking bone. A twitch of its tail, effort minute, Broke through the enemy lines. With breath that stank of vengeance and rage, Hot death could not be contained. Aware they could do naught to stop it, This creature they helped create, They ran from this world. This Anonymous Apocalypse. _-_Pete Hobbs_-_Knight of Anonymous
Posted on: Tue, 15 Jul 2014 08:44:09 +0000
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