Apocalyptic Vow Poem by Patrick Szwaja

Apocalyptic Vow



when i wake to apocalypse

with the world crashing and burning

all around me people screaming

their last words as they’re cast out to die

i wake with one purpose

i wake with one goal, one crusade

no infernal city or pestilent crop

will keep me from your side

god promises we will die

but i promise we will die

with no regrets.

Saturday, January 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: city
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