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It was plain to see what was going to transpire as the twitching became more violent.

We barely had the time before we were caught in the act of collective mourning.

Is it a gift to look into the eyes of fate and welcome its grasp or is it better to not even hear it approaching.

The shell is cracking

The desperate turn to hiding as the pupa shed their coating

It will take more to quell their thirst as they enter the next stage

Their organs dissolved and recycled for a new purpose

The imaginal discs get to work in the protein soup

Your god's hideous creation, forever living on weak knees.

These heavens of torture, skies are pitch black with the plague of death.

Your lungs turn to dust, your god disintegrating, we die slowly.

In the breeding of a new killer; the Imago Predator

So the buds formed to flourish and carry the expansion of the most gratuitous horrors to erase man

However long we could have waited, the cavity came all too soon

The claws emerge and start pulling through the winged beasts, they seem unbothered by their terrified spectators.

Their tender sections still completely impervious to any of our resistance.

Their form now has escaped, the veins pour rich as the full span is realised and then each turns to gaze