Armageddon.
The spittle of death
A crying newborn
An aching moan
Or the sigh of ecstasy
Life ends here
In a world awash in flame…
The petals have dropped
And been reborn again
Farewell this place in time
If a query should pose
Resolution began here
In a world awash in flame…
Look at our consequence
You who claim divine knowledge
I’d rather be minute and mewling
Not a false painted demagogue
A judgment paid in our blood
In a world awash in flame…
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
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