Apocalypse

June 26, 08

Scenery of the majesty of
Mountain black to contrast,
White.
Evolving from the Earth,
As if wanting God to kiss it.
Demanding.

Tips of the Earth's own swords,
Break off into torrents of rain,
Corrupting.
Drowning the lands in soot,
Rivers flourish out without hope.

Dark lights fill the sky on fire,
Encrypting in forgotten language,
Death.
Fires rage as if surging with the sea,
Opening on the lands and spreading.

As quickly as slow; painful breach of life,
From the ground of support we fall,
Uprooted.
By what we uprooted far before time,
And once more we bleed and cry dirt.

As we all cave in to the splitting ground,
Offering no heat to our cold bones,
Void.
A mere reminder of the nothing created,
Creativity of Mercy never was imperative.

A cascade of fear; a shot of venom,
In my back near the shoulder blade,
Surges.
Toward within to kick my frozen
Chest and collapsing rigid neck.
Destruction.