Herald Of Amagedon Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina

Lucid thoughts wavered amidst blurred images;
as my spirit drowned in lethal graffiti.
Spider legs of confusion crept up the walls of my mind;
and mortal thoughts were mutilated beyond regularity.

For amassed yet in the burrow of Sheol,
were armies of darkness; numbered as sand;
flags moved in tune with the wandering wind;
for an impeding celestial coup was being planned.

Upon nought, mild gestures were hung.
With blades of death duly unsheathed,
memories of the past faded into the abyss.
Thus, mortality slid to extinction's edge.

Large strenght-laced wings continued flapping;
celestial bowls of wrath were tilted;
episcopal bells rattled out of rhythm;
and on mortal grounds, red-pigments were littered.

Flesh-clothed beings appeared amiss;
though they remained perceived as present.
Nature's balance screamed and echoed hither.
Thereafter, the curtains of comprehension were rent.