Rain of BloodA Poem by Tomislav PetricevicNow here is a poem that ACTUALLY didn't take me 30 minutes to write. Mostly because the lack of inspirationA breeze is blowing slowly, on the wake of our destruction, Thunder's roar is growing louder, with the flash of its conduction. Sky is getting darker, with each second that passes, Shadow covers cities, and their fearing masses.
My destiny embraced, the time is coming nigh, The land will become red, when angels begin to cry. Resistance seems futile, we get what we deserve, Heaven's wrath's upon us, God does no longer observe.
Drops of red are washing away each and every sin, Souls torn from bodies, emotions ripped through skin. The purpose of existence, throughout time held in sway, Now stands amiss, by rain of blood carried away.
Grasping for the last breath, my hand reaches for yours, An act in vain before the closing of our lives' doors. Earth cracks below us, revealing the depths of fire, A portion of souls descend below, a portion raises higher.
Cataclysm rages on, unleashing its full power, Afterwards a new world will bloom, like a spring flower. And before forfeiting the strife, I saw a twinkle in your eye, My last thought hurt the most: I'm not ready to die. © 2012 Tomislav PetricevicAuthor's Note
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Added on March 3, 2012Last Updated on March 19, 2012 Tags: rain of blood, poem, poetry, doomsday, cataclysm, destruction, angels, heaven AuthorTomislav PetricevicSlavonski Brod, Slavonija, CroatiaAboutCheck me out on YouTube (the drip real phresh doe huehue) more..Writing
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