Then the lights went out
And all went dark,
From out of the shadows
They monsters came,
In all their grim, repulsive glory,
Howling at the moon.
Snapping at each other
Fighting, biting but both of the same mold,
From the same hellish denizens,
And from these slavering monsters of the night
A leader was chosen.
A beast with a number 666
And it bore the sign that read
‘These are the end of times and end of hope’.
And those who succumbed to the beast
suckled on its milk of hate, greed and loathing
And those who did not were cast into the charnel pits
Of despair and oblivion.
fauxcroft 
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