I.
We could have changed
In so many, small ways
So much for which
There was to aspire
II.
Was a time we had options
Moves and plays
To climb out of the hole
Find someplace higher
III.
Having opened the door
The beast enters and slays
Its hunger, endless
Its destruction, entire
IV.
No plans to retreat
Once inside, it stays
It does not sleep
Or pause or tire
V.
Opting out of truth
Believing false displays
The twisted words
Of talented liar
VI.
Fear of speaking out
Mute with delays
With webs of deceit
Would truth, retire
VII.
Insecure children
In desperate need of praise
And any fleeting comforts
They might acquire
VIII.
Fearful of reproach
The disapproving gaze
In secret would
Against all, conspire
VIIII.
The world, itself
Now glances sideways
Its displeasure hot
Worse than anything prior
X.
Events blunting senses
Into stumbling daze
Mouth of inferno
Funeral pyre
XI.
Prophecy unfolds
However one prays
Indulgence to Pope
Or penance of friar
XII.
Entrusted with a gift
Foolish steward betrays
Comprehending not
The quantifier
XIII.
Slave of Mammon sits
Rolls over, obeys
Right up to bitter end
Chasing after desire
XIV.
A drunk compass, slurring
Off course, it strays
Into gutter, wearing black
Mourning attire
XV.
Reaping what we’ve sown
On death’s harvest, to graze
Famine and plague
The new supplier
XVI.
Trumpets sounding
They startle, amaze
Broken seals in hands
Of angelic choir
XVII.
Choking in the heat
Sun’s blistering rays
Unseen, exponential
A mad multiplier
XVIII.
A scroll unrolling
The hell hound bays
Revelation in the ear
Of the testifier
XVIIII.
Heels by its master
Whose scale, justice weighs
The same who brought waters
As Earth’s purifier
XX.
For perjury and murder
The wages it pays
Tribulations certain
And soon to transpire
XXI.
Removed from God’s sight
At the end of days
The second judgement
Is a judgement of fire
©2021 Kevin Trent Boswell
From the black book of awful, horrible, despicable things, Out On The Killing Floor.
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