The Judgment Day Poem by Ari Alsio

The day when it rained
dead birds down
is still very bad thing,
fall in down on the ground
such as the acoustic guitar.
Maybe when I realized,
that the world is stupid,
and can not be renewed
history repeats itself only.
The life is not so great pain
which is generated from scratch
If that day comes
are all against
we want to live in sin as the Bible.
The golden calf is lifted up,
and God sacrificing again
all our sins
the war until the new war
and while the new war...