The End of the Tyrant

Corrupt. Omnipotent. Everlasting.
A yellow light off in the distance,
Pulsing, feeding, growing.
Jowls of white, bludgeoning the mass with harsh words,
Of false futures, and indifferent pasts.
Destruction lays in the wake of the fat beast.
Its ever-present frame,
Supported by the mass of meaningless voices,
Crushed by oppressive, tyrannous teeth.
And the teeth gnash, chewing and spitting.
Blood and gore surround the beast,
Yet the mass of voices beneath it exists.
And they begin to yell louder.
Through the storm and after the quake
Running through the red, purple, orange, green.
The beast dies.
Strangled and thrown off the edge of the world
By the legs that once held it high.