Judgment Day Poem by Alianna McThead

Root out the ancient darkness and plant a future with pure mercy.
Let it reach the soil of heaven and rend its way to indoctrinate the martyrs.
Moreover, undisguised by our late recognitions, the tears of thou shall not fall.
The delectation will whelm their blessed spirits and remove the pall.
Now that they're acquainted by our gaffes, they share a significant extinguished ire.
The angels, demons and goblins take leave of their senses and become vampires.
Drink every sinned infidel blood, erase the defects and fouls.
Purify the dark broken souls.
A simple gesture, draws a smile on the destitute.
Disengage the agony, despair and pain from their ripped depths.
Neither oneself will last for eternity nor will die a thousand deaths.
Grave will be the sanctuary from the inevitable hurricane.
Mentality will lose itself and soon enough shall crave the sane.
The moon, sun and mountains absently bow to the great sound.
The sound of the bugle indicates every creature to the promised day.
And how will we act and what will we say?
The grounds shakes with fear,
The sun approximates so near.
Merely burning the entire cosmos, but only with the command of its creator.
All the seven skies shall collapse in the viewing of God's gracious glow.
Only those who're sincerely believed,
The excruciating apprehension breaks all the undefined metaphysical.
The previous celestial books all described the resurrection day, the obtain of hard work whether mental or physical.
Oh alas, how will we act and what will we say?
Fronting the omnipotent, the creator and the most holy.
So, while we live, we must ask forgiveness, do are prayers and every act.
That is to be essential duties.
Yes, now we will act before everything is annihilate
Now we will say before it's too late.