The Fall/ArmageddonA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicEnter 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 AuthorTomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more..Writing
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