• He claimed he could help us.
    Then our hope vanished.
    It started the day after the infestation.
    The first day He appeared,
    The rats overran the markets
    then they came for our homesteads.
    We cried to God,
    "Why? what have we done to be blighted so?!"
    God gave no answer.
    The rats ravaged the food stocks,
    and picked at the lambs flesh like starving hawks.
    He came from what we thought was an omen,
    and ill sight at that.
    Out from the mirky depths of Hell, as it would seem,
    He wore a mask, white as ivory
    and shaped like an ibis.
    His eyes were as black as the robes He wore.
    He claimed he could help us.
    The second day
    the famine appeared.
    Again we cried to God,
    "Lord! have we not been faithful to thee?"
    God gave no answer.
    As the fields decayed,
    the children got thinner.
    Then they stopped walking.
    He claimed he could help us.
    The third day the children stopped breathing.
    We would lay them to bed, and come the morn,
    they were dribbling pus from their desiccated lips.
    We said prayers to God, as we deposited their
    tiny bloated bodies.
    They were but mere skin and bone now.
    We cried to God,
    "Lord! how long must we endure this PLAGUE!"
    God gave no answer.
    We watched helplessly as the rats, scoured
    the graves, and ravenously devoured the corpses.
    He claimed he could help us.
    The fourth day the Church turned to a Hellish place.
    The murals of Mary bled from her somber eyes,
    the Holy Cross disintegrated to mere ash.
    The wine turned to blood, and the bread of mort flesh.
    The Priests cried,
    "GOD!! OUR LORD!! WE BESEECH YOU!! WHY DO YOU NOT AID US?!?"
    God gave no answer.
    The Church echoed of anguished screams of the undead.
    People doubled over with insane thoughts of evil,
    they ran about, possessed with a putrid hate.
    They began to walk on all fours like animals,
    then they feasted upon the weak.
    They ghoulishly ripped the bodies apart,
    limb from limb, creating a mass of disheveled flesh.
    Then they came for us.
    They howled in greed and blood lust.
    I cried to God,
    "Lord, what have you done?"
    God gave no answer.
    As the demons came for me,
    i saw Him standing at my window.
    Black eyes stared deep into my fear stricken soul.
    He claimed he could help us.