Severance
The cutting scythe brings exile to my soul—
Alone, and more alone with passing days,
Sinking in this putrified malaise,
Death devouring pieces of me whole…
Never was the heaven so besmirched!
Lost in tumult violence and decay,
Yearning for a providential way,
Here in Hinnom’s valley, sadly perched.
Jesus and the powers sailed from port,
Up into the welkin span of glass,
Never to remember this sad pass,
Never to rekindle time-lost sport.
With the clouds in leaden monotone.
I must seek redemption in these rocks,
Watching motley birds in squadron flocks,
Desolation — Adam’s final throne.
Mad Gehenna spangled in fresh blood!
From the fount of Adam’s soul it bleeds,
Futures growing rank, from rotten seeds,
God on high destroy us in a flood!
The thrilling rush of storm clouds blazing light,
The cataclysmic downpour bringing death,
Snuffing out the hate that marks our breath,
Mute as mad Gehenna in the night…
ADL
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