Death Sentence
In a space-time continuum,
a random reality shift,
accelerating modicum,
without any discerning rift.
Awaiting illumination,
the world is on collateral,
discerning revelation,
of days counting in reversal.
When all the planets are in line,
preparation's a moving phase,
seals, symbols, an invoking sign,
annihilation upon gaze.
Holy judgment, heed forth your smite,
innocence crying a river,
despair hovering above flight,
no more tomorrow to savor.
4.22.15
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