Smoke billows from the embassy
as the small speed in a holy heat
Tears — even more whet,
are glittering in the mist
They preach that there is no sin in justice,
Yet they've created a place where dreams are born to burn
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Sea_Kat (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'd recently learnt of a popular sermon by Jonathan Edwards, "Sinners in the Hand of an Angry God". Edwards believed that everyone deserves to go to Hell - that we deserve God's unbridled wrath, and even if I don't believe that, his words had a profound impact on myself. Fear of the truth, I guess. Maybe he's right. This poem is, somewhat, a response to his sermon, using the Gaza genocide and the events around it as a basis.
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