Judgement

Terry Trainor By Terry Trainor, 13th Jan 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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A poem about mans final judgement, there can be no denials is it is written. So when your time comes hang your head and just nod.

Judgement









Listen to the wind as it crashes into the towns and villages and downs mighty trees,
Stand still, let it blow until you nearly fall, face its anger and lean into the cold wind,
It brings snow so heavy, flakes will bite your face, freeze your wet golden pig tails
Stand in the blizzard then fall to the ground and stay there, this is your judgement day,

It's time to reflect darkest needs, and the moral ruin in that space, of your passing years.
Listen to the wind bending boughs, branches and the flow of a turbid stream of pollution,
A pollution that floats the wretched souls and bodies of all mankind to death and to hell,
You hear a sound of branches creaking under the strain of despicable wrongs in your life,

It's a mighty power that takes away the beat of the immoral pulse of your sorry humanity,
So now you are ready to listen, so listen hard, but then you know your own sorry story.
Listen to the wind and hail sweeping over dead leaves, throwing them into a black sky,
Do leaves shiver or do they shout out loud in rage as they are scooped up in a frenzy,

Will you pray to your god, ask him for forgiveness as this is your last day on earth,
Or will you beg in the tattered slops of your own righteousness just to save yourself,
Listen to the tolling of the old passing bell that swings in your black dome of vice.
You will feel the devils havoc amongst immortal souls, a hell fire dwelling in your heart,

A story of your progress a disease of lies which sucked away all goodness from your days,
Lies have plucked the red roses from childhood and set a brand of hate on your wet brow,
The story of lies which have stalked and spread up and down the earth for many centuries,
Lies that sweeps millions upon millions to destruction, for this disease there is no cure.

How many sighs have been noted down in your heaven and how many tears were for yourself,
Those too often troubled fountains flowing like April showers, your wolf's tears fallen,
How many hearts have you broken in loveless famine, all for a want of an act of kindness,
See how deep the dyes painted in your days, a selfish dense black cloud as the background,

So look behind you, see the old man carrying his scythe, he is waiting and he has patience.
Listen hard, listen well, do you hear trumpets blare over the crashing white landscapes,
Will you pray brimstone or treacle and tell the wind your sins the unacceptable truth's,
Did you sit and drink your wine murmuring everlasting hate in a rich full flavoured voice.

You are just a blank space in a world of nothingness a mere sour taste in the universe,
Your vicious wrongs telling the same old stories heard by thousands, thousands of times,
You close your mind and pretend to forget what cannot be forgotten, tell me are you bad,
Because I would like to know if you think you are a good example, I would like to know.

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Judgement, Judgement Day, Judgement On Sins, Lies Deceit, Sins, Sins Of Tongues

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author avatar Terry Trainor
I am a Poet.
My passion is to write about nature and the history of nature.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
13th Jan 2013 (#)

Powerful words Terry , but only for those who have not experienced God's grace .
Bless you
Stella

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author avatar Terry Trainor
14th Jan 2013 (#)

Good morning Stella, thanks for the comment.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
14th Jan 2013 (#)

Severe indictment indeed, Terry. Mankind has a lot to be sorry for - siva

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author avatar Terry Trainor
14th Jan 2013 (#)

Thanks Siva.

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author avatar Terry Trainor
14th Jan 2013 (#)

The poem is a bit over the top but I like to try new poetry. Sometimes it works and sometimes it does not.

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