The Alpha and Omega

He'd despise with his eyes those alive in sackcloth and ashes

The weaponised clones of a myopic dwarf did not do

As they were taught. They denied themselves the water

Of life. They inherited nothing.

No morning maniac music

Shaked them awake.

Those who'd once brought hope

Now mired in hate.

Over the mountain, clouds scud

Blood on the floor

And mud on the faces.

Refugees wait for sanctuary.

Christendom has fallen.

Collapsed from within,

Deep, deep in the mire of sin.

Oh! I'm glad I never fell in love with you

Jesus. I  try and try again to speak

But cannot begin to say.

Let us pray,

With ashes in our mouths,

And iron in the soul,

For forgiveness

For this dangerous day

When a cold-hearted man with a gun in his hand

Had his way

He loved to control, did this man with no soul.

He'd died long ago, in a land made of snow,

But was soon born again, in this world without end.

He lived in that cave right next to the grave

Of his brother, his wife, his lover, I mean

He was just someone obscene.  

He thought money was funny and power was forever

His nature was such, so-cold to the touch,

That he lived without friends, in his world without end.

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Fri 6th Dec 2019 13:42

Who is this man?

Some superb lines in this John, from start to finish.

What a fucked up world we live in. Without hope, art, music and poetry, I would pack up and ship out.

Po



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