buried alive Poems
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Across The Blood Of Time
And they've come
and they've gone.
and they've died.
by the billions!
that have ever dwelled upon this world.
reduced to dust.
and to what end!
gutted and disembowled upon their swords
Soldiers of world wars,
cleaved by bullets, their brain matter spread across their uniforms like medals.
detonated in explosions of limb and gore!
a God that promises ever lasting life
with the power to end it all!
but allows this mayhem to continue ...
Waiting For God To Come
Never shall I wander
beyond these broken meadow stones,
where the rain slips down
in mirrored sheets
upon the marble crypts below,
by the steeple fence! by the wooden gate!
by the bone white withered tomb!
from which I shall never wander,
for God to come.