|The Omni Improv
Author: The Folk Extraction PM
The product of a strange burst of inspiration. Kind of weird, but what isn't?Rated: Fiction K - English - Supernatural - Words: 328 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 04-05-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2905315
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The Omni Improv
The last living souls on earth were in a crowded room
They were surviving on the prospect of each other's pending doom
They were zoning out to Zion, they were lost inside the lore
They were pardoning the preacher, who they'd all kicked out the door
That was when the noise began, and shook the solid ground
Not a one could find the source or way to silence such a sound
It was shattering the shutters. It was pounding on the door.
It was tearing at the tiles until it ate away the floor.
The souls all fell into the well of black it left behind
Where they stumbled onto stationary, where they wandered blind
They were crying out for colors, they were calling for the cure
They were wedged between the window pane of alloy and allure
And when their eyes adjusted to the hollow of their hole
They could see their vast expanse under an exponential glow
It was bubbling with belligerence, it boiling over bluffs
It was spitting out the feathers of ten thousand years of fluff
Then the sound followed them underground and turned into a voice
It rose and filled the valley, it gave them little choice
It said 'listen now to what I say. I am the tome of truth
I am the shepherd of the strayed flock, the sayer of the sooth
And I've come to tell you infidels, you models of the mold
You parishers of prophets, you gardeners of gold
A message I will give to all who claimed they knew 'unknown'
Hell is a place that we create when we are all alone.'
A/N: Some of this forms a semi-coherent thought. The rest is just gibberish that I thought sounded cool at 3 in the morning. I hope it's not too weird. Leave a review and let me know what you think. I will most likely return the favor.