Transformating From Sin

The grave shook,
Quake from hell,
Plunged into the pits,
Trading the lives of humans for theirs,
Zombie\'s consume gore from wounds,
Strengthened by blood of lost soliders,
The face of tomorrows children wonders.

In search for the answer,
Armageddon at last,
Were is our leader,
Bring him to me fast,
The priest rose,
From this crowed,
Explaining gods wrath,
Saturated in blood the priests body falls,
Limp to the ground.

Death lingers,
Their anger evolves and so they deform,
Into what our imagination has in store,
Greatest fears,
The worst sins,
Raped from our minds,
Creates this insanity,
Destroying all man,
Utterly exacerbated,
Slicing through bone,
Be-headings enhanced their primitive minds,
Into something we lack.

A army together,
Hideous,
Adapting fast,
Flesh transforming,
Body and mind,
Fierce monster demon,
Death it does not fear,
For it has been taken,
Reawaken for a quest,
Because god was a sinner,
He let his creations do the rest.

Ian Robert Potapoff