Apocalypse

cold, moist, earth pillows my head
horrific, blood curdling, screams are my lulabies


through fields and meadows laden with the blood of my brethren
through the crimson flames

children burning
stars of david being singed away into ash
metal gates enclose me
torpid smell envelops the air

decaying corps lay
shriveled and limp
lifeless, cold
inanimate

hope has vanished
death has conquered all

in the eyes of many
God is no more
Just a wisp...
floating farther and farther away from its people