Heaven cried with storms of hell,
It rained and had a rotten smell,
Volcanoes seized the many wicked,
God ascended souls whom gifted.
His wrath was hot like dancing flames,
His twisted sense of humor there remained.
And millions on the cross were shamed.
As blood was tamed and tamed and tamed.
Until their slaughtered dying day, became the end of all remained.

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 14th, 2024 12:33
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