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The Light of Reckoning -1

Oh you will leap,
all the losers leap down here!,
go beg in the boiling mud
the Prince is patient with pain,
go taste the bloody scum, go !,
move sucka!!!
Voooomph,,,,,,
feel the paddle blast...

I don't belong here, ouwah my head...
Why are you clawing me...
Stop!!! you're tearing my hair...
You're crushing me, you're breaking my ribs...
Help me please!!!! there are hooks in my back...
The water is burning my skin...
The demon faces are scaring me mamma...
I can't breathe,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the ropes, the ropes...
No No,, I never lied, who did I hurt, stop pinching me...
Minos Minos look at me I can serve you...
They're biting right through my body Ahhhhhh!!!...
Take me home, oh my God, take me away...

Please, ancient Judge listen to me,
my name isn't in the Angel's book of guilt...
I don't give a damn what your legal fiction is,
you silly fool,
there are no mistakes here,
you chose us, and we love you,
you're born off the boat
and you'll bleed well upon the beating blocks,
I hope that you are innocent
your heart will burn better that way,
oh look, my demon Jabal has delivered a gift, goodness,
it's an engraved invitation for you
with your full Christian name on it,
now we need not fret about your arrival,
I love the aroma of fresh agony in the morning,
the parade to hot paradise has begun
so very nice of Christ to be this generous on Doomsday's dawn
flesh is falling from the sky
why, its raining sweat and souls,
so very delicious,
let the trumpets tear the stars apart...

Shah! Shah!! Shah!!! Shah!!!!
Yes, let the Angel horn burn a halo into your naked back
you're coming down with me, into the gross misery...

Shah! Shah!! Shah!!! Shah!!!!
I'm your anchor now, sink deeply with me
feel the fate drop within your tender heart,
oooooohhh the terrible tingle of no return...
Is this how love dies
is this how love dies...

Shah! Shah!! Shah!!! Shah!!!!
Save us Save us grrrhhhhaahhh!!!
why are you striking us...
The self righteous have no sanctuary here!...
The ghouls are taking us into the soul grind...
The demons are taking you to where the wicked waste...

We are but bones buried amongst the raw ruins
of Mans' primitive tombs, abandoned by history
and reborn in apocalyptic alms,
does Heaven have a memory of our antedeluvian adventures
is there sympathy for a lost skeleton...
There be salvation for those that lived to love the edge of life
for those who put style into strife and soul into success
whom cared about the heat of other's hearts...

Oh Lord let us rise in the rush of your pure touch
let us blush in the bloom of everlasting breath
let us be young in your love again...

Rise easy sleepy soul
doubts have no language where we're going,
these pages possess a pearl purity
the names herein cannot be nullified or demonically denied,
you are diamonds rising...

J.A.B.

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Alesia Leach Date: 5/2/2025 10:32:00 AM Justin, this is fire and thunder--an apocalypse of anguish, judgment, and shocking beauty. From boiling mud to diamonds rising, you take us through torment into transcendence. That closing line--“doubts have no language where we’re going”--hit like prophecy. This is a reckoning, and a revelation. Login to Reply Justin Bordner Date: 5/4/2025 11:29:00 AM Love for Life prevails Poetess...your intensity is a fine treat...J.A.B.

Joe Maverick Date: 1/6/2022 10:24:00 AM A very sobering scene you put in front of the Reader Justin, all will be so super real once Past the veil of death we live this side no matter Our destination what we know here is bur a Shade of the waiting eternity.' Lord thank you For Jesus.' Login to Reply Justin Bordner Date: 2/28/2022 2:19:00 PM May the Good Lord thank us for our earnest heartbeats Poet...J.A.B.

Laura Breidenthal Date: 1/28/2019 2:43:00 PM "let the trumpets tear the stars apart..." The agonizing lines of the suffering self-righteous beings throughout this final section are so very colorful and bracing. The self-denial personality, and the bestial mercilessness of character, compelling. Truly a masterpiece, Justin! My favorite line of course is, "is there sympathy for a lost skeleton..." Always, Laura Login to Reply Justin Bordner Date: 1/31/2019 7:17:00 PM The first line you quote conveys the smug and merciless attitude of Minos, the ancient Judge of Hell as he strides cavalier, serpent strapped about his immense body surveying the arrival of the Damned. It is also a wonderously violent vision of this celestial cataclysm Laura. As only Michaelangelo could, a skeleton looks heavenwards, so vulnerable, so sincere...I remember meditating on the fresco, experiencing these feelings in the Last Judgement, I thank you for bringing me back to these parts of my creative process Poetess. Yes, the souls in desperation, being driven from the boat of Charon, so darkly beautiful indeed. In the future this composition will be performed live, theatrically, that will be intense...Justin