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 its helpless victims
The young and old are its prey, the ones
Not strong enough to survive
With blood dripping from its talons
And flesh between its fingers
It feasts 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, its meal is
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 this 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