The Deep Throat

Ah, those tidal waves      
Surging, crumbling, rumbling      
Along with thunder’s thumbing    
Wind’s whining and rain’s roaring    
     
Vibration came from his throw-up    
The coughing deep throat    
With malignant tumors    
Vomiting millions of bombers    
     
Such dampened cold and dark      
Such violent shivers and quavers      
His shapeless gigantic hand      
Grasping and throwing    
Wielding and smashing    
At the decrepit buildings    
     
Falling, falling, falling….    
Collapsing, collapsing, collapsing….    
Seemed never ceasing    
Until the skies fell as the last ending    
     
The concrete ceilings and walls    
Crushing and smashing at will    
As relentless as they could    
The weigh was too heavy to take    
The pain was too intense to shake    
     
Their blood oozed out like streams    
Those smashed bodies as sandwiches    
I heard the death servants teasing      
They had done their ultimate mission    
     
Those rains and tears    
Those cries and fears    
Their pains and wounds      
Their yells and screams      
How could…How could….    
     
With a shuddering scene      
I should have heard them sing:    
     
Take away my heart    
Because the pain’s too hard    
Take away my dream    
Because the nightmare is extreme    
Take away my breath    
Because my flesh is underneath    
     
Under the stark raving dark    
I saw, I saw, I really saw    
The gigantic hand    
Threw those hopeless people    
Into his, his, his blasted deep throat