Revelations Poem by aiden murdock

Revelations



By the Almighty tacit approval of skies guardians,
the sevens angels of the seven plagues
poured their merciless misfortuans into the sea
one by one
they knew of The coming
Without clemency in their hearts;
the seventh angel of the seventh plague
poured his bowl and stood there in the tumult of
the end, of the last of His creation

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