Judgement Day

Judgement Day

by Ryan Nore

‘Twas the night before judgment and all through the Land,
The masses were quivering from the fear of God’s hand.

They know how they’ve lived has been unkind and so wrong,
Yet they did nothing to change for they doubted all along.

The signs of coming judgment were plenty, heard loud and clear,
They dawn their masks of purity to watch the “sinners” disappear.

Some stocked their storm cellars with supplies and canned goods,
As they contemplate their lives with regret and lost “shoulds”.

Others know they have “sinned” and cannot be saved,
Their road to hell is straight, hot and paved..

At the moment of judgment they are violent and thieving,
Knowing in their heads that their God must be seething.

Others who are desperate, fearful and riddled with guilt,
Weep mournfully for the family members they have just killed.

Everything stops and silence surrounds,
As the moment is upon us and the church bells sound.

It has not happened, judgment hasn’t come…
What does it mean has the Devil then won?

Seeing the results of their deeds as they fall from their shock,
They find that judgment day happened just as they sought.

They now look at themselves and judge what they’ve done,
Now knowing what is meant by they and God are as One.

They have all lived an eternity in the Hell they had built.
The earth is now shrouded with a cold somber quilt…

What happens now, I can’t really say…
For I know not how many will change…

I do know we all have the power to change,
Not only ourselves but many things of a vast range.

It’s not in our interest to practice the art of unconcern,
for in the hell of others we will all burn.

Do all that you can to create the ideal “heaven on earth”,
For then a new age of consciousness will be given birth.



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