Caged behind doors of steel,
Treacherous fools reside,
A merciless monster they conceal.
Abandon all hope prophesied
If e’er the beast’s bonds are broken.
That door cannot be fortified.
Withered, wisdom forsaken;
Atrophied, weakened beyond a cure
Surrenders to loathsome aberration.
Deity divine, a false savior
Rising out of foul darkness,
Corrupt agent provocateur.
Demon hordes amass
Carrying crude signs of the apocalypse,
Punch drunk on power en masse.
Brutish lackeys battle for an apprenticeship,
Inheriting a tradition of fraudulent entitlement,
Who without prompting gleefully go off script.
The monster believes his grandiose advertisement,
Not comprehending he’s a manipulated instrument.
Thin spiral notebook 
Very cool. I love the gradual shift from the concrete to the figurative.
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I love this: Brutish lackeys battle for an apprenticeship,
Inheriting a tradition of fraudulent entitlement,
Who without prompting gleefully go off script.
Your craft is so strong, Tar Rah.
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Great! Very vivid.
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