This Godless world crashed down a deadly decade,
And wiped out faith and avenged humankind.
Bodies lay out in rows where they would once parade,
And survivors lay there silently, looking up at empty skies.
No right could cause such grief and misfortune.
No man could predict on such a scale.
No army can rebuild so many nations.
No hero could save this world so full of stale.
Disasters erase two thousand years of progress.
Mother Nature despises through open wounds.
The gates of Heaven slam shut in rumbling thunder,
As Noah, sets assail toward a crying moon.
R.I.P
©Gemma Leanne Goode
No comments:
Post a Comment