demons are tearing at the hologram
demons are tearing at the hologram
but the whole remains hidden within each fragment of creation
the weave lost, but not the pattern
winds of change impregnate the air
their messages absent of rhyme or reason
a sinister melody accompanies nature’s cries
the ground shakes, then becomes hot and brittle
vapour forms round the child's tears
naked, tattered and alone
a tiny dog rests by his feet
the canine's protecting skeleton remains curled in pain
confusion accompanies the catastrophic scene
collapsed telephone poles eerily crossing each other
forming a Fibonacci of Xs
bird feathers assist in the formation of a toxic whirlpool
the landscape littered with the remains of what once was
marching boots and bullets heard in the distance
brother warring against brother
ascending souls mire the reddened backdrop
lifted by the warm fires of Hell
the distant stars hide their extinguishing glow
while flickering halos continue to comfort the forlorn saints
in their midst, Mother Mary appears
manifesting Heaven’s heroes whose hands are stricken by languor
God's melancholy left only to measure the madness
judgement no longer necessary
thank you,
joseph pede
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