Fire and Fury
For millennia, I've waited,
For this hour to come round.
Where your bastard race all burns away,
Even your ashes shall be ground.
…
Always you sought to find me,
And yet I was too fast.
So imagine my contentment,
To behold your end at last.
…
Content marred by sorrow though,
As I remember those who fell.
Entire worlds left lifeless,
As they felt your touch of hell.
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Some I saved, in numbers small,
But always, far too few.
But your enemy, you did create,
All bound by hate of you.
…
So at last you know our final fury,
At last you know our ire.
Let your race be naught but stardust,
Purged by fury and fire.