End Of Days Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Darkness befalls,
amidst this horror.
Life's crimes,
reigns of terror.
Hearts break,
cold as ice.
Love vanish,
only strife.
Violence begets,
violence all around.
Justice is weary,
utters a silent sound.
Fears run wild,
imagination takes hold.
The worst scenario,
would it ever unfold?
Prayers upon prayers,
unseeming answers.
Knees bending,
permanent postures.
Life's threatening,
these end of days.
Warns the beast,
in his evil ways.
Innocent lives,
it hopes to feed.
Murders upon murders,
never cease to bleed.
Oh God! My God!
surely put a hand,
so that peace may dwell
once more
in this wretched land.



copyright@2005 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.