Born of 13 tortured souls, 600 years of the past
Summoned by suffering of 70 children freed of this world at last
Watching impatiently for just the perfect time
To bleed the evil that men do upon this dreaded sign
Time has come a decreped calamity
To manifest a strange and different entity
Inflicting it's revenge on wretched humanity
Never saw him coming, as Legion fits to bring it out
Tormenting his very existence as they scream and shout
Shaking his head at the very thought, valiantly and in vain he struggled and fought. Mankind themselves have knowingly bought
Not to let the curse unfold, millions of souls shall be foretold
Will perish as his failure to hold it back
Will not come from him in this horrific act
Though most will fall as they follow a narrative
But, to fall to there knees and repent is what is imperative
As the curse is swept across the land while humanity's doom is now at hand
He realized at the very last instance
What it meant with his very existence
Legion takes what they wanted with intense persistence
This world shall not be handed over to the weak as suggested
Mankind shall no longer live here on this perfect world we see
Those with knowledge of faith shall finally decree
We were given a place to rest our head, to feed our young and live in harmony as it was once said.
Taking what was given us and ruining our perfect home
Only to burn it to the ground, let the record be shown
A handful will watch as mankind is taken to their grave
These writings their records in stone as they save
Too late to call this fiction, too late to mock and laugh
For you have already sealed your doom in your unholy and devious path.
© Dale A Martinez