The Fallen

 

The rats are dining in this murderous feast

While the public are racing away from a beast

Today the charred doors of hell are open

Unto cornered pigs lay helpless in a pen

As masts of fire and smoke rise to the skies

The innocent always shut their teary eyes

A plague of disbelief rolls down in every street

Freezing all the victims’ own very feet

They are the seeds that will blossom soon

To rise and scream like a crazy baboon

Iron streaks well in this poisonous air

Peeling the souls into strands of hair

As shooting stars fall and rain down here

Plunging homes deep until it all disappear

I prayed once for this nightmare to transpire

Not knowing my heart and pity would conspire

I am here hiding in the shadows of the sewer

As a coward whose lucidity is getting fewer

I thought my friend would come and rescue me

But Death came and he doesn’t hear me nor see

For I am all covered in blood and in guilt

Rotting away just like the dead in this filth

 

 

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In my Home / Sunday

12 October 2014 / 11:13 AM