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At The End

of the Ages

By Mary Grace Klukosky LeonPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
At The End
Photo by Joel Filipe on Unsplash

Wail inhabitants of the earth and listen to me

Foretold is the destruction of heaven, earth, and sea

As murk and shadow flood the earth

And corruption diminished man’s worth

So many eagerly embrace the deceptive night

Flipping the bird to God’s Holy light

Suddenly from the heavens above

Hail and fire with blood filled flames descends like a wounded dove

Wail all yea inhabitants for the earth, grass, and trees

For the blood fire did not even spare us the seas

Wail all yea inhabitants of the earth

For alas shattering retribution has more death to claim

Plummeting into the waves is a mountain of fire and flame

Ravaging man, fish, and beast in boiling bloody graves

Wail all yea inhabitants of the earth

For we are all to blame as even the stars descend in flames

A heavenly torch of Bitterness takes flight sparing not even the mighty sun

Extinguishing a third of its light

Wail all yea inhabitants as cold and darkness envelopes the earth

Alas the earth’s ending is not complete with the shattering of the sun

Poison into rivers creep

As the torch of bitterness plunges into the deep.

What hope is left for the few who remain?

Wounded souls do not weep

Rejoice yea inhabitants of the earth

For God’s wrath does not keep

A new heaven and earth descends from above

A gift from God’s unending love

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    Written by Mary Grace Klukosky Leon