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The Day Of Doom

Rating: 3.3

Still was the night, Serene & Bright,
when all Men sleeping lay;
Calm was the season, & carnal reason
thought so 'twould last for ay.
Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease,
much good thou hast in store:
This was their Song, their Cups among,
the Evening before.

Wallowing in all kind of sin,

vile wretches lay secure:
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Paul From Nova 24 August 2014

Day of Doom can only be the product of a sick, proud, bitter Puritanical mind. I'm saved, you're not, tremble, ye sinners, for the horrible fate that awaits you. Really, who'd worship anything who underwrote that kind of crap? Maybe some fanatical Middle Eastern beheader-for-god wingnut, but no sane person...The notion of a creator god thst condemns most of his/her/its sentient crestures is nauseating. If you believe, you should pray your god is at least a universal salvationist...

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Every angle of life is encompassed in this poem-very deep....

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Michael Gale 14 January 2009

Perty good in old fashioned design. God bless all free poets of men-MJG.

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