The Apocalypse Poem by Chigbo Solomon Peter

I suffered much
In my dream last night
It was about His second coming
The very end of time
As a vision of rapture
Busted on my sight
I saw the Apocalypse

It was glorious, yet fearful
Metallic melting, sulphuric suffocation
Zero oxygen, Blood stained water
Was the lot of the unraptured
Pains beyond pain, yet undying
Souls crying for mercy, dying we pleaded
All we got was an Armageddon

We saw our souls ripped out of us
Yet, death refused to kill
We saw our brains ripped out by Zodiac Zombies
Of what use is it
Since we can no longer use our intellect
And freewill has been taken from us

Dammed! Dammed! ! Dammed! ! !
The Dragon threatened
Volcano erupting from its bowels
As its reign of forty two months
Has been granted
The street was filled
With the blood of the saints
Those who had called on the name
Of the Almighty
We stood powerless even as
His name was blasphemed

Dammed! Dammed! ! Dammed! ! !
We are, we who had
Prayed in churches
Yet cheated our neighbours
Worshiped in mosques
Yet oppressed the poor
We who had broken breads
And drank the wine of salvation
Yet indulged in secret sins ….

We cried and cried
Tears of blood soaked our loin
But no one was able to save
From the seven bowls of wrath…
We cried
Where is the lamb
The very one that was slain
Is He no longer able to save?
O! The hour of grace is gone

It dawned on us
That our works were burnt
We now suffer loss, not of our soul
We shall be saved though
As if we passed through fire