![]() The Fall/ArmageddonA Poem by Tomislav Petricevic![]() Enter the apocalypse.![]() Behold! The burning brimstone lights up the night, For the paradise gates remain only etched in stone. Thou seeketh an unflawed world, Thy dreams remaineth unconquerable; Even roses hold venomous thorns. But worry not! Exile ends when heavens perish, For no soul keeps watch over chaos. Thou might ask thyself: “The skyfall's toll bears no meaning, For what is existence under the desert sun?” But the answer lingers within the essence, As the wounds open upon thy own touch; The riddle now shifts the broken pieces: This is the salvation thou have been waiting for. © 2012 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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Added on December 6, 2012Last Updated on December 6, 2012 Tags: poetry, poem, the fall, armageddon, apocalypse, sky, skyfall, life, death, destruction Author![]() Tomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more..Writing
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