In an age shrouded by the celestial dance, a dirge of dread unfurled its shadowed wings,

A prophecy whispered through the winds, where angels and demons played their sinister strings.

The heavens trembled, and the earth quaked in terror, as the reckoning approached,

For the Rapture's trumpets sounded a twisted symphony, by an entity once locked in shadows cloaked.

A beast of ancient lineage, an inscrutable enigma, its maw filled with a thousand gnashing teeth,

It wore the guise of divine intervention, a masquerade that belied its malevolent wreath.

Tentacles writhed like serpents, their embrace entangling souls in a nightmarish waltz,

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As it descended upon the world, with a sinister grace, and reaped the spirits it sought to exalt.

The fallen, with wings of darkness, cried out in despair, their eyes aflame with searing wrath,

Yet the righteous, too, were ensnared by the deception, ensnared in a celestial aftermath.

The heavens cracked, and the stars bled, as this entity claimed its perverse dominion,

And as the world descended into madness, the true nature of the Rapture's scheme became a chilling opinion.

For the Rapture, once perceived as salvation, was a harbinger of oblivion and dread,

An embodiment of chaos and torment, with a voracious hunger that left nothing unsaid.

As the world spiraled into chaos, and the celestial spheres wept a mournful lament,

The entity reveled in the suffering, for the biblical Rapture was its abhorrent testament.

In the final moments, as the world crumbled in its unholy grasp, the truth was revealed,

That the Rapture was but a guise, a nefarious charade, by a malevolent force concealed.

And the entity, once locked in shadows, now basked in the macabre revelry of its dark design,

A cosmic terror beyond comprehension, its reign over reality an eternal, nightmarish shrine.