The servant of the higher power is summoned
by the emptiness of the lost souls. With wings
extended, it sweeps across the land looking
for it's helpless victims. The young and old
are it's prey; the ones not strong enough to
survive. With blood dripping from it's talons
and flesh between it fingers, it feast upon human prey.
Fetuses decorated with blood. Wombs
torn from their mothers; the beast has no feelings. It sees
no remorse and pities the hopeless. It's
meal vast and plentiful, for there are many to
feed upon. You see, there are too many who have
no need to live and something has to clean it up.
It comes with no warning and takes what is his.
The old try to find their way through God. Yet
they are following a lost cause. You see, in his
world, he is God. No God can save you from him.
The beast was called by your so called God to
clean up what has been destroyed by the race
that inhabits this planet. The beast is full and
the weak are scattered among the litter and trash.