Our Wickedness
Oh, if the Heavens were to gash open,
And the angels therein fall out trumpeting,
And if the hells were to exude out to the earth
Its foul breathe and evil sneeze,
And if Man were to be exposed to the very heart of Heavens
And to the iniquity of hell-
And if it was trumpeted Judgment Day,
Man will then defect and by his wit
That heart of the former will he pluck
And fortify the latter with the lock.
Copyright © Gerald Nforche | Year Posted 2012
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