Thetan Level One Million

[deadpie]

The hammer in my hand
Is something you still don't understand
My hands on your throat
Twist-Turn-Bleed-Choke
I'm now the leader of this bay ship
Drop you down on the ground and leave you there for the bugs to eat
This is my redemption, and your defeat.

It's time to get back what I started on
Back to earth, and we'll sing this song
Get drunk in galactic wars all night long
For I am the lord Xenu and I hate everything
I take your soul and eat your corpse

Somewhere in this mindset between nightmares and reality
We face the faceless unknown identity
The man you believe, the one you see
The one in the ship that kills the weak
And his time will come
The thetans have arose
Choose your side on friends or foes
The ancient battle will grow
Burning through your villages and homes
And when you die you die alone
And we sit on top of our thrown

Simple as this, everyone’s going to die
Cosmic changes burst threw the sky
He and his warriors come out of the dimension of ascension
And beg for your attention; join the army, join the fight
I am Xenu, the deicide.

I step out of the craft
Take my raft
Human beings, are all just shit in the end
Wasted life forms and waiting for the beginning to begin
Red eyes and scaley skin
Arms that hold a hammer, and the mouth that spoke sin
I am the leader, and I am one
I am Xenu, and in your mouth is my laser gun
You are a mortal, an ant at best
You have a heart, and I've got a vest
Treat you like raw meat, your brains on the street
Everybody is running on their feet
Cities and buildings burning where the children sing,
"This is the end of the beginning of my end"

[Aspiringanonymous]

Burning threw (through?) your villages and homes
And when you die you die alone
And we sit on top of our thrown (throne?)

"This is the end of the beginning of my end" ... damn, that was some fascinating storytelling and imagery! The first poem in a while that has truly left me impressed. I've encountered every form of apocalyptic art, from films to prose to graphics, but this is the first poem I've read that speaks explicitly to this theme. The technical aspects could still use some work at a few parts (eg, Arms that hold a hammer, and the mouth that spoke sin - tenses don't agree), but overall your content is vivid, powerful, and unique.

Level One Million. That made me chuckle.

Edit: And what Deschain said. v

[Sage]

+Rep for a poem that didn't make me roll my eyes.

[deadpie]

Thanks guys! I really need to learn how to spell better though.