Lachrymose

The trumpets sounding.,
The winds of abandon, howling…,
The crimson-red skies, crying,
The spirit, calamitously ensuing…
The rivers bloodied, telling.,
The heretical, succumbed to damnation,
The quintessential nature, given to reprobation…
The embracement of darkness, the wonderment aweing,
The churning tolling, felled to fall, gloried…,
The choirs chorusing, “burneth forever.,”
The day of judgment, hath cometh;
The brazen eyes so mystifying,
The harsh light, so piercing.,
Shone: the glorior and wisdom, atoned…
Given to defeatism, consumed by the fires of oblivion…,
Obfuscated by the living flame,
Enwreathed, forlorn to hapless unrest.,
Confess, the overpowering winds within the cold dark of midnight…,
Bliss, resound, unsweepable the force, untouchable…
Redound, undeniable – the mourning mist,
The very hand of God, is found, how profound;

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