Epitaph of the Credulous

The servant of the higher power is summoned by the emptiness of the

Lost souls With wings extended it sweeps across the land looking

For it's helpless victims The young and old are it's prey the ones

Not strong enough to survive With blood dripping from it's talons

And flesh between it fingers it feast upon human prey Fetuses

Decorated with blood Wombs torn from their mothers the beast has

No feelings It sees no remorse and pities the hopeless It's meal

Vast and plentiful for there are many to feed upon You see there

Are too many who have no need to live and something has to clean it

Up It comes with no warning and takes what is his The old try to

Find their way through God Yet they are following a lost cause You

See in this world he is God No God can save you from him The

Beast was called by your so called God to clean up what has been

Destroyed by the race that inhabits this planet The beast is full

And the weak are scattered among the litter and trash