Tommorow - Poem by Lance Carthen
From hells comet it crashed upon earth.
Invading the minds of souls of the weak.
The comets crash stopped the suns shine.
A throne atop an unknown religion it would find.
Humans blindly fell to their knees.
A sight so magnificient to them must bring peace.
Crowns were adorned for each of its seven heads.
It would preach unknown scriptures of raising the dead.
Churches were burned, bibles defaced.
For the new king accepted only one belief.
Relentless devotion or death the people faced.
Years of hate, rape and greed had accumulated.
Lies, murder and self pity have physically penetrated.
Turning earths soil sour allowed the seed to grow.
God knew his most versatile creation must be gone.
The prayers had stopped.
Spiritual death the humans had fallen upon.
There would be no savior.
Armeggedon had begun.
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