Thursday, March 10, 2016

Finite

It's coming:
This storm.

Gathering it's forces of wind, rain, and fire.
From behind our innermost fears.

Marching like soldiers.
Bayonets bloody from hate.

Towards us - relentless in their advance.
The dark angels of hell.

Looming upon us.
Waiting for their chance - The order to charge.

Given by us, the defeated masses of apathetic souls.
Who, by our inaction, allowed hell on Earth.

K.J.K. - 07/16/95