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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Submitted: August 31, 2018



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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