A.H. Browning

Note To Self

 

The sky was ripped open

Blood fell from the clouds

Pouring, heavy and thick, crimson red

 

The sun ripped apart

Letting pass, angels on fire

Burning and falling and screaming

 

They bore ancient writings

In tongues never known

With answers to all questions revealed

 

And all heavens and hells 

Of all times and all worlds 

Collided thunderously above, exploding

 

The souls of immortals

Fell like rain, pouring down

And the seas churned and boiled dark with death

 

We\'re all drowning below

In the blood and the fire...

I\'M ON FIRE ! ! !

 

I sit up straight in my bed...

Awakening abruptly...

 

 

NOTE TO SELF:  No more enchiladas after 11:00 pm