From the depths of hell

August 5, 2014

 

The storm circles high above
Yet long before the tremors trawl,
Thunder crashes,
Lightning forks,
But ear muffs dull Earth's deathly call.

 

The plague of seven billion swarms,
Slashing trees and spitting fire.
As hell erupts,
The corrupt cry,
For pitiful piety, though end is nigh.

 

From depths of hell and like a shade
My day is night, my night's awake.
I tread the brazen, 
Perilous path,
For want to try, mid failure's wrath.

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