The devils Throne

hHis sacrificial slaves prepared their masters abode

,for it hasbeen many years that he has wandered the road

     .Delighting in decay and rolling in rot Tarrying only to deal with the likes of lot.

They let fly an infernal flock; ,higher and redder than ayers rock to be the warm collar of satans frock.

GreatSmoke gusts floated like eswarms of locusts.

     To blot all light in great earnest,    smog filled the air as if  from a great furnace

.So in darkness his core peonscould release his stinging scorpions.

     From every direction the flames converged and blackened the greenery of the summer season.

     Scorching  the fields' yields meant to be  eaten.everything sacred became hatred

Everything sane;derangedand all sense of  order rearranged.

     So everyone would know his hate and not dar e not atone

When thedestroyer would sit on his on his throne.