the angel’s scroll
the sixth trumpet soundeth no more
and the clouds
enclosed within the outer dome
rolled in a deathly lull before the storm
like lightning an angel as large as
a million men
stepped through the barrier clouds
left foot landing on soil the other on sea
raising his hands up towards the darkness
the final judgments
unfolded by way of seven peals of thunder
transcribing the terror soon to take place
the lord commanded me to sit back
my pen and paper
grounded as the giant angel called forth
the presence of the seventh trumpeter
as the carnage of his enemies ensued
I was ordered
to take the scroll from the giant angel
and ingest what seemed to be a tasty treat
forced to witness warfare never before
seen on this earth
the scroll in my belly turned pungent as the
nonbelievers struggled to survive this world
november two thousand fourteen
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Funny – our muses were working on the same wavelength these last couple of days. 🙂
A very powerful (sad) write.
yes it sure seems so – this one was in the works for quite a while – could never get quite comfortable with it.
good 1
thanks Bonnie!