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Angel of the Apocalypse

Poetry By: Philip Roberts
Literary fiction



More wishful thing than anything else; a poem about the fascist elite finally being brought to justice.


Submitted:Dec 27, 2010    Reads: 75    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


I've seen the Angel of the Apocalypse
She says that she'll be here soon,
For all the evil, sinning folk
She says she is bringing doom.
The money changers with bloated salaries
Will be the first to feel her wrath,
The poor, downtrodden, unemployed
Are the ones who shall be saved.
The pollies in their chauffeured cars
Will feel her God-like might,
As for them the World comes to an end
As day time turns to night.
Rivers of blood will flow in the streets
As she slaughters the rich and corrupt,
Her judgment shall be swift and brutal for some
As through her, God's will shall erupt.
For God has more than had enough
Of sloth, and of stealth and of greed,
Of rich and bloated high-fliers
Who proudly steal from the people in need.
So the wrath of the Lord
Is coming to Earth soon,
To render the world much more liveable
Or leave it as desolate as the moon.
The Angel of the Apocalypse
Will soon have to decide
Whether we deserve to be helped back
to the path of the righteous?
Or whether the entire human race has to die?
THE END
© Copyright 2010
Philip Roberts




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