Formation

Mighty wrath
Falls down on you
As the ground trembles
And volcanoes spew

A shape on the horizon
Slowly walks away
As you collapse to your knees
At your end of days

Crumbled buildings
Shattered trust
Spreading destruction
The ground is bust

How powerful can one little girl be?
She must be of a demon seed
Her might leaves the world in shambles
As the refugees hide in the brambles

She wants you no harm
But cannot stop herself
Sound the alarms
And save your wealth

Terror is spread
As her boss is in ecstacy
Her name is Terra
And she is the thing that should not be