"Dark Phoenix: Black Under The Sun"

"Dark Phoenix: Black Under The Sun"

There will be no survivors.
Hack and slash.
Separate the ligaments.
Took away my innocence
Multiple increments.
Exponential anarchy.
Flames untamed mar and maim.
Introduced pride to shame.
I am the fire.
Darkness desired.
Wicks through the wire.
Wicked wings perched on spires.
Torched are the plains
that once housed the sane.
Grassroots rendered to ashes.
You can't purge the stains.
Curtail the campaign.
Too much to maintain.
No time to complain.
Derived from insane.
Insidious incarnate.
Skin peels where palms sit.
Ear lobe and armpit
swell up as swarms lick.
Ember and brimstone
flung like roaches and hornets
across this broken chasm
festering from filthy orgasms
subscribing to decadence,
sparing their intelligence,
displaying their negligence
and still sworn to be heaven sent.
I will consume them whole.
Every single soul.
The allotment of indulgence
layerd thick in pestilence.
Cast me out as derelict.
Came back to spear magistrate.
Talons through the hearts
of kings who've played their part.
My wrath yields exquisite art:
Etchings fresh and defined,
bodies scored and dried
after soaking in their brine.
The savagery is explicit.
I dangle the complicit
in manners that the eccentric
would even consider illicit.
You want to participate?!
Suck till spirits dissipate!
As I weave and navigate,
Swallow then evaporate!
My wings sweep the erosion
that will follow this explosion.
Flames singe those who run and hide.
You can't call this genocide.
There are no sides.
There is no class.
No one shall pass.
Borderline barriers reduced to ash.
Nothing will remain.
No distinction.
No more games.
No recollection of names.
Nothing left to tame.
What was left of shame
is now one in the same.
Once embraced by Phoenix flames.

Written By: Devin Joseph Metz