The Fog

First, it seemed only as an after-thought.
just a simple, fog!
Later, a great war would be fought.
Withing the mist of the bog!

No one would escape, Alive.
everyone would at least lose a friend.
no one would even have a chance to survive.
people would have wounds never able to mend.

At first, the beasts will escape.
Tiny and large, the beasts will cause fear.
As their claws begin to scrape,
who will be the first to shed the frightened tear?

The first to go will be the ones outside.
Ripped to shreds, to parts and limbs.
the best choice is to rush inside.
and begin to say the most holiest hymns.

When you see your friends begin to die.
its best no to think of the fright.
you might even begin to cry!
You will never forget that terrible sight!

eventually the beasts will turn into monsters of the night.
Bigger, Stronger, more fit to kill.
you will never win their kind of fight.
you shall lose all of your will.

Don't try to escape, you won't get away.
they'll never lose sight of you, once they've tasted your blood.
they will crush your body, like a potter does with soft clay.
your soul will be lost in the mystery of the mud.

Eventually, they will wipe out the human race.
slowly, killing each one.
they will take the slowest possible pace.
Killing every father, every son.

But that's far away, not real soon.
You can try to form a team of minute men.
you can form the biggest platoon.
Although you will never win.

don't go outside, for you will DIE!
you get ripped apart, each leg, each arm.
by beasts who cannot only run fast but also fly!
they will try their best to do the most harm!

So get your army with every gun.
Prepare for the greatest battle of all time!
We know for you it won't be very fun.
It will be our greatest crime.

Until that, try to remain strong.
we know you won't, we just like to watch you fail.
it also won't be very long.
Until you say, "All Hail Him! Hail, Hail, Hail!!"