Sunday, July 18, 2021

Your Choice


Your Choice 
By Lord R.e. Taylor

Every night at midnight
The clock strikes twelve
When the last bell rings
The metal doors of Hell open
The saintly angels flee
Fire and brimstone take their place
Hell has come to Earth
It came in and took everything away
You never chose to stand and fight
Surrendering without an effort
Let your choice weigh heavy on your heart
You brought it on yourself
Now, enjoy the hell you wanted
It is the one that you deserve

© Poem – VII/XVIII/MMXXI


 

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