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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Fire” alarm sirens are going off [the audible radar] stealth silently Those living deaf can’t receive the incoming Death warning Sky chariots on the roil warpath are thunderclap rolling Propaganda leaflet droppings did foreshadow their cursed dire coming Ordnance jewels are falling from hailstone crowns — “All hail the GOAT kings reigning now!” Greatest oppressors of all Time be they wearing the onion-shaped tiara frowns Ordinance rules of engagement are Red Wedding, royal carpetbagging bound Apocalypse horsemen are furiously galloping on the wind Drone pawns of fierce kings herald their “Mass grave” arrival, using the Queen’s language of utter conquering But their avowed crimson joy was much shorter than anticipated As the “end of days” came swifter than hydrogen clouds bursting And the heaven wept decree, (rainbow sealed in the ark of the Most Holy,) passed final judgment on their torrential “nuclear peace” iniquity In the dark twilight of an enriched uranium dawn, Mushroom poisoning sown is the rad grim reap scimitar gathered Can you hear the celestial Hallelujah shouts: “The evil hailstone crowns are bottomless pit falling!” Let righteous brimstone rain down on them for snuffing out those mercy cries mournfully calling Scarlet sobs plentiful does a barren nuclear winter harvest yields Hailstone crowns are terminally falling upon pauper dirt fields ~ While at the same twinkling time and better snowflake place, salvation tears are dropping on lullaby earthen beds of innocent blood shed Those awaiting their saintly awakening And an angelic transformation is Resurrection Day coming — That halo beautiful waterfall mist rising
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