In those shadows
of eternal darkness,
where only cold
should thrive.
A lone echo
rings out across
wilderness night.
Laughter.
Menacing
and loudly howled.
"This world is so ripe for the plucking.
Just need to seed some more doubt.
Invite a little more hatred in.
Then this place will be nothing but a cemetery,
just a stain on mankind’s collective memory."
The creature licks his lizard eyes.
Sound has been devoured,
only implanted voices
now reside, souring the insides
of the populations brains.
They can hear their screams,
jostling through their empty dreams.
"I have you all where I want", He hisses.
Condensation spits from his green lips,
poison sting ready to let slip.
"Just need to rear a little more fear.
Bring more nightmares to the people living here.
Then this place will be ours for the taking,
my bosses will love me, this will be my making"
In toxic voice he spurts.
"We shall bait wars, nuclear power
fuels our cores better
than this oxygen rich atmosphere,
pollution fills our lungs
more than any clean air.
And violence. Oh violence, that sweet sound
of blood spilling over dry parched ground
makes us complete.
So let us feed the beast,
these humans don't need
much pushing.
They already have
so much hate in their genes.
We just need to set the fuse,
stand back and watch it boom"
He laughs.
That maniacal laugh,
not heard through the silence
with which the world is consumed.
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