the belittle ones, you low life of hearts, carcasses that not ever awaken to immortal journey.
Killing thy neighbours, destroying lives I can just let you, choosing your own paths in life.
Thou mess with my ground, the day thou shall rise from the “upheaval underground”, I WILL destroy you.
The WAR you participated and started on 11, will soon learn the consequence on 12.
Locusts will come first warn covering the blue sky black, to mark my damnation to “crops”; and see the guided dragonflies in swarms, flying birds know not then the direction, there you learn of the true owner of space; and witness the true inhabitants underground I allowed now all emerge blanketing the level ground you call home.
And water be no more your claim of soothing but steaming in rage. My fury will then be known.
There come the shakes, follow the rubbles crumbling, all doomed to cover your ugly beings with grimed dust, FOREVER.
Inferno fires will sweep all over you as cleansing.
Thunders of canons you’ve never ever listened, and piercing lightning across sky now to your hearts as bright as day.
When all peace attained, soon rain cast like rivers washing thy evil stain.
Your souls then rise, but I condemn thee, tossed right back this learning ground I anointed it sacred, this curse IMPOSED !
*_____might that be the God rant something like this.