THE JUDGMENT DAY

THOSE MISTS OF MYSTERIES ARE DROWNING ME DEEP AND DEEPER.
I AM SAILING IN THE TIDES OF LIFE AND LUCK,
WITH WHICH I WILL FALL AND WITH WHICH I WILL RISE,
MY THOUGHTS, ALL RED AND DRY, CLOTTED IN MY HEAD AND EYE.
MY HEART SINGS AUTUMN..... DRY, BALD AND SERE.
I WALK MILES TO SEE MY GOD DYING,
IN THE LANES OF MASSACRE,
HUMAN TO HUMAN, HUMAN ON HUMAN.
AT LAST COMES THE AWAITED DAY.
THE JURY'S DAY AND THE JUDGMENT DAY.
I CAN SEE THEY HAVE COME WITH THE VERDICTS TO SPELL OUT,
CRY OUT AND YELL OUT.
THEY REACH THE BODIES AND PUNISH THEM FOR THE LIFE THEY LIVED, DEADLY.
FOR THE DEEDS THEY DID, BADLY.
WHILE THE SOULS YET WAITING TO TAKE BIRTH, THOSE SEEDS SEEDED IN THE WOMB OF THE BEINGS WHO NEITHER WERE ALIVE NOR DEAD COMPLETELY.
THE SOULS STILL UNREACHABLE AND REMOTE.
THE PENITENCE OF LIVING DEAD CAN ALWAYS BE A JUDGMENT DAY,
BETWEEN A DEAD GOD AND A DEAD CLAY!
CELEBRATE DEATH COZ IT'S WHAT WE LIVE.
WHILE LIFE WAITS ON ANOTHER STREET, THE WHEREABOUTS OF WHICH ARE BURIED BENEATH THE DRIED, DYING LOG OF LOVE.
OH! THE SIN HAS BEEN DONE.
THE FORBIDDEN WORD 'LOVE' HAS BEEN SPELLED.
THE HUNTERS R CLOSING IN FOR THE KILL!!!
AND HERE COMES THE JUDGMENT DAY!!!

SARAH






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