There stands a beast, put together of gold
Worshipped by those who gaze upon him
Those who are unknowing of the time they are about to face
These idolators live a wretched life of sin
in a city of their kind
The richest, the most free, they cry of their city
Yet they face judgement
The brazen serpent stands gazing down,
through the clouds of heaven
Looking with dismay at this city of abomination.
A knight holds hither with anguish, to the bridle
steadfast, sword drawn
Vanquish shines deep in the fiery eyes of the mutant warrior
anticipating the outcome of his rage
A battle cry awakens the beast
Sending him flourishing down toward Sodom
The warrior holds on relentlessly, the wind pounding against his armor.

to be continued...

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