"Parousiamania": A Foray Into Internal-Monologue Blank Verse

The Swarthy Bard

 

Their paper-like souls burn in nuclear flames;
Ablaze without remorse or contrition
Within them like Hiroshima or Na-
Gasaki on atomic pyres; burning
Unquenched and unabated until even
The damned and unsuspecting around them
Are themselves without mercy engulfed by
Its supernatural force, its white-hot
And enraged fury, as if to disgrace a Hell
And Heaven in conspiracy together;
As gamma-rays consume their calcified
Bones, they cannot stand to behold before
Them Armageddon's Jesus that by Truth's
Light cooks their moist and fleshy tongues like a
Seared, Angus steak as the sight of Him li-
Quefies their eyeballs into putrid ooze
In their twin sockets as their head's ablaze
With radioactive heat and decay;
As ashen clothes like death's used-up robes fall
From their rude, roasting flesh—and even the
Thews, sinews, ligaments and tendons of
Their limbs melt at the wrath of Christ's Next Ad-
Vent until at last they are gently killed
Without hope of forgiveness or the grace
Of personal redemption and are cast
Into the lake of everlasting fire
Where there is "weeping and gnashing of teeth."


*"Parousiamania": obsession with the Second Coming of Christ

  • Author: The Swarthy Bard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 23rd, 2019 05:44
  • Comment from author about the poem: ***Trigger Warning! Poem contains highly controversial—and therefore not for the theologically or religiously faint of heart, challenged or insecure—and, in today's secular climate, unpopular views regarding eschatology. That said, read at your own risk.
  • Category: Religion
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