And between saints, demons, and the mass of people,

Set under a dramatically cast dimming of cloudy skies,

Grazed many oversized dinosaurs, unaware of the time.

But, Satan delighted distorting reality,

So he forced them all on the same ark,

With floods and storms surrounding all,

And the evernight haunting from above.

And, in those woody-water soaked walls,

Satan searched for them set upon glory,

To find vessels amplifying horrifying plans,

And embody rage upon all within the ark.

But the people suffered in the ark swaying heaven and hell,

And, while the saints found many different righteous causes,

The demons stealthily infiltrated all the ark's leadership roles,

Allowing Satan to began possessing a hellishly terrible demon.

Yet, throughout the ark's violent lurching into social disintegration,

The bulky oblivious dinosaurs ate all food stocks without any care.

And so, within the storm, the ark rocked bitterly toward a high-top,

As the dove flew off to find land, having envisioned a smashed hull.

Oh, hope my dove, fly back this way soon,

Beaking a mythical land's scaly apple twig.