Quiet

It's loud.

So very loud.

So many people.

People walking their streets.

Raping, killing, stealing.

I don't see their purpose.

Their reason for being?

Why do they still have the gift of life?

Why does our God allow them the power to act as they wish?

Too many people. 

Too loud. 

This city is so beautiful.

The lights, they're so bright.

To bright.

Too many lights advertise indecency.

Too many lights.

Too loud, to bright.

I'm here to cleans them.

To make this city pure once again.

I am as an angel sent by God to purify his children.

So focused.

So corrupt.

They don't see it.

The cause of their end.

Bathed in our Lords grace.

I  lay the fuel and end their world with a match.

Swallowed by holy flame.

Your souls are saved.

By the grace of God given salvation.

Cleansed in sacred fire.

All impurities gone from the world.

Simply by removing the human element.

Just like that no my lights.

No more pain.

Now it's so quiet.

Now I can be at piece.

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Reviews

[Mr Dunne Poetry]

wow, speechless :)