"Guys I'm getting the band back together,
the break did me wonders,
new life thunders
through these old bones.
But we all need to pull together,
pool our resources, get it over social media
Armageddon has to happen.
It's gonna be the gig of the millennia"
"I'm itching to get going, so count me in,
been festering over possible conditions,
concoctions to bring on the chills,
to make these puny people ill,
before you swipe in,
scythe primed for the kill"
"Yeah man,
this is what I am talking about.
Let's blow them to kingdom come.
Let's rock the foundations,
explode all over the scene.
We can slaughter, slash and kill.
Fill the air with their wretched screams."
"I hunger for this,
I'm starved for attention,
malnourished and frustrated,
let's get this show into production.
I need to be sated.
Armageddon the big one,
let's show these humans how it's done,
then we can all feast on the adoration"
"Woof" said Dog,
but nobody ever heard the word of Dog
Except Daisy, who looked on with shock.
"How can you speak of such depravity?
I thought you were on the 'good' side"
She meowed
Dog barked back
Daisy hissed,
swiping her little kitten claws in his vicinity,
"I'll knock that grin right off your face
like a can from a table.
If you get into my personal space."
Death would have jumped out of his skin
If he had any, "When did we get a dog?"
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