Saturday, October 6, 2012

Golden Eye (Sonnet)

All was made in superior image
All will be destroyed in blink of my eye
Boundary lines will be blurred in scrimmage
Tears will be washed away as my fire cry
To mourn out their existence for living
Lost souls lost sight of why they're created
Blessings took for granted yet forgiven
Mass grave, no burials, all cremated
Scorch insides of Earth to outer layers
Reflection of flames turns my eye gold
Eternity kept with final prayers
No more stories after this will be told
The entire sphere now resembles the sun
I am God and history is now done

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