Thread: Beautiful destruction.

What beautiful destruction

Waves of madness flow,
Brushing a quiet shore
What it suggests is heresy
Filling those blessed with grief
But it knawes on my fingers,
Day and night
And I must find relief

The silent man of the boat
Hands me a weapon of siege
“make me a wrecked paradise”
He whispers in my ear,
And it starts to bleed

I start silently my task,
Wiping the land clear of flesh,
And all that use to be.

Awe flows from eyes undead,
Filling the ashen seas.
But disgust consumes their hearts,
Filling an empty hell
For hell has risen,
To create such beautiful destruction for me.

Well, I was bored so I'd thought I'd take a stab at making one of these.