Apocalypse

Guiding our ships to the new planet
we pause
staring at the gift before us

we stiffen at our controls
eager
for the assault

the beings on this world are simpletons
knowing not that we are here
posed to annihilate their existence

we will confuse their minds
set them against their own kind
poison them with their own harvest

change their weather
quake their lands
swell their seashores over their heads

this place they call Earth.

Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to stay up all night and write with lightning bolts until they fizzle down behind the dark horizon. He is the editor of Dead Snakes at deadsnakes.blogspot.com

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