The End

Woe unto the Land
and woe unto the Sea,
For all the woes of Man
will destroy them ruthlessly.
Each sprout sprung from the Earth
Down to the creatures of the Deep.
None will be unscathed by Doom,
Which Man has come to reap.
Like fire Man will consume all,
Until its dying breath.
Oblivious that The Host will fall,
And naught will come from them save Death.
Alas, I say unto the Mass,
What power have you gained?
What came from destroying The Host?
Naught but suffering and pain.
All so you could live a life
of power that you feign.
Upon you is the end of days.