Metallic flash with copper taste,
The banshee's screams are deafened by the force.
Impulse, instinct, reaction to turtlish,
To halt the pestilence of man.

Eyes that see not.
Mouths without a voice.
Flesh that falls in meaty chunks
From the still living corpse.

The world lost in bloody waves.
Plants wither weepingly.
The ground, like lightning cracks asunder
As Adam becomes hell.