Ora Pro Nobis

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


Eons of debauched hedonism finally comes to fold and there is nothing to do but pray.

Submitted: August 31, 2018

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We reached the pinacle from the pit

 

But there we coulnd't stop or quit

 

Citties designed for all kinds of pleasure

 

Blood,pain,and lust beyond measure

 

Here we sit contemplating the fall

 

When first we ignored its call

 

The dire and desperate warning

 

Of an apocalyptic morning

 

It shined brightly as any star

 

Ignored it we did from viewing afar

 

The breaking of our mortal souls

 

To an addiction beyond control

 

Pleasure from drugs and whips

 

We didn't know we boarded a sinking ship

 

All across the galaxy

 

As far as we could see

 

Was cities dedicated to debauched fun

 

From bloody moons to blistering suns

 

Our empire was at its peak

 

The chaos turned us fat and weak

 

Gave birth to a chaotic cloud

 

Who in turn would be our funeral shroud

 

Sentience was given to this new god

 

Given life by father pain's phallic rod

 

It was the birth of our end

 

Chaos devouring our souls to tear and rend

 

Now we take to the stars and forever roam

 

Dark god of chaos taking away our home

 

All we can do is sit and pray

 

No forgiveness for those who rejected the way

 


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