Wrath of Sins

Wrath of Sins

A Poem by bluecuckoo

When the sun shone that day glowing like never,
I knew it was the last time.
When the moon stood over the hills spreading
the everlasting peace,
I knew it was the last time.
All those laughs and jealousy
underestimating the poor,
came to an end on the last moment of everything,
after which only smoke and ashes were left
and the billion shrieks
witnessed by the whole universe.!

© 2014 bluecuckoo


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I really like this, especially the "underestimating the poor..." part. You've done a great job in making it feel apocalyptic without trying too hard, I really like it.

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I believe the world is a yarn of wool,which could be opened to a string in seconds so the ants living in it should not think so highly of themselves. more..

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