Challenge
Monthy Poetry Challenge for March.
Write a poem about a cleansing by fire, by any means: Beautiful, dirty, gritty, dark, fluffy... make it yours. Winner is decided by likes, and will receive a crisp $10.00 -Set it alight.
Death Throes
The sun is blotted out.
The flames rise.
The harlots moan and writhe,
But not in pleasure.
Judgement is here.
The die has been cast.
The carrion come to feed.
Flames burning hot.
The porn the child abuse.
The whordom
And putrid iniquity.
It's over.
Every investment and power play,
Means nothing in the end!
The Creator has turned His back,
To his creation.
The Father shuns his children.
With destruction prayers are answered.
But not water no.
There in the smoke choked sky,
Promise still hangs.
To an ancient man who bulit a boat.
This time it's with flames.
Fire from heaven above.
Fire from hell below.
Everything burns.
We begged for penance.
God like the raven,
answers "nevermore."
Not even I who pen these bleak words will escape the end.
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