Apocalypse

Apocalypse

A Poem by Didimus Estanto T.

What a pray reveals

Dark blood stink, leave me think

God silently sees

Cross is weak, make us leak

Die you church

Dark pope speak, mark me shit

Evils will catch

Bloody sinners work, abandon angels cried

Fall upon me oh sky

Dark worlds grow, kiss me blow

Fire swallows pleasantly

Embed the bow, die on pillow

Judgment day is coming

Darken you human, demolish all creatures

The drum has been striking

Kill all bad men, bring them to necropolis

Here is apocalypse

No longer run, no longer kill

Day of justice

All is equivalent, it’s God’s will