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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required THE APOCALYPSE I suffered much In my dream last night It was about His second coming The very end of time As a vision of rapture Busted on my sight I saw the Apocalypse It was glorious, yet fearful Metallic melting, sulphuric suffocation Zero oxygen, Blood stained water Was the lot of the unraptured Pains beyond pain, yet undying Souls crying for mercy, dying we pleaded All we got was an Armageddon We saw our souls ripped out of us Yet, death refused to kill We saw our brains ripped out by Zodiac Zombies Of what use is it Since we can no longer use our intellect And freewill has been taken from us Dammed! Dammed!! Dammed!!! The Dragon threatened Volcano erupting from its bowels As its reign of forty two months Has been granted The street was filled With the blood of the saints Those who had called on the name Of the Almighty We stood powerless even as His name was blasphemed Dammed! Dammed!! Dammed!!! We are, we who had Prayed in churches Yet cheated our neighbours Worshiped in mosques Yet oppressed the poor We who had broken breads And drank the wine of salvation Yet indulged in secret sins …. We cried and cried Tears of blood soaked our loin But no one was able to save From the seven bowls of wrath… We cried Where is the lamb The very one that was slain Is He no longer able to save? O! The hour of grace is gone It dawned on us That our works were burnt We now suffer loss, not of our soul We shall be saved though As if we passed through fire June 2017
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