Done Poem by Ross Maclennan

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'Be honest, be open' they cried as they fled,
Back to their houses and home to their bed.
'The night is upon us and laughter is lost,
We played and we gambled and Jesus! the cost'.

The hand it has writ on the wall that was bare.
The judge dressed in black, has ascended his chair.
Displayed at his feet are the sins of omission,
His hooded eyes glare at the sins of commission
Grovelling masses flood dias to portal

The damned and the helpless, all of them mortal.
The Jewels of Oblivion rise with his fist,
An ear splitting silence, no word to be missed,
He rose and he stretched and then, finally, spoke:
'You should never play games if you can't take a joke'

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Just a little SciFi novel. What if God...? Or actually didn't...
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