Creepypasta Poem (Mr. Fisk's Disk)

Mr. Fisk's Disk

Mr. Fisk is a very peculiar fellow
He resides in the middle of nowhere Most of his life has been spent mellow
But now he noticed something strange in the air

His persona changed almost entirely
That now mean ol' Mr. Fisk
He says he's prepared for what is to be
Now holding an old scratched up disk

Please don't disturb Mr. Fisk
He seems cranky all the time
He carries around that ancient disk
Which it's contents are sublime

It is said that if he shows you
You have no choice but to watch
But be prepared, if only you knew
The secrets are top notch

You will be shown but all the truths
Anything you've ever questioned
But don't have pity on all the youth
For the truth you will never mention

You are now aware of what will happen
To the land which we call home
Their advanced weapons are truly zappin'
Humankind will surely turn to foam

But if you have watched Fisk's Disk
You'll know exactly what to do
Even though lives will end brisk
You're still free to do what you choose

For you will know where to go
A very hidden place
Under the sea, where whales blow
The portal they use for a secret base

And when the time has come
Where humans cease to exist
You won't have to share your rum
Since they were sent straight to the abyss

But now that you crossed the trench
The one known as Mariana's
You will notice a quite foreign stench
It certainly is not Benihana's

The pebble earth is now long gone
You're standing still on water
What the hell is going on
The temperature seems quite hotter

You are soon approached by someone
None other than Mr. Fisk
Yet his disguise has been undone
His hand still holds the disk

You were among the chosen few
He tells the fortunate you
Now you see my skin is blue
Everyone elses' here is too

You then realize that the thing
Whom you used to call Mr. Fisk
Is horror beyond literally anything
You only recognize his disk

"Join us", Mr. Fisk politely asks
We will give you Earth back to control
It really isn't a difficult task
Mighty powers have been added to your soul

You will control the new populace
With these extraordinary gifts
The masses will think you're utter bliss
For you they'll jump off cliffs

I then told Fisk, "I accept your offer"
With a strong sense of pride
He then handed me a small gold coffer
And I quickly opened it wide

The box's contents were quite supreme
I knew I was going to be almighty
But it was a lot more than it seems
Being chosen to be a deity

Mr. Fisk told the beings that planet Earth I claim
I will begin my reign after the supernova
Then he added, "wait you still need to pick a name"
I said, "hmmmm, either Yahweh or Jehova."