?

So it seems that judgment day has come,

though not from

who we expected.

Not from the Father or the Son,

who once was ressurected.

Were they even

to come at all

or was it planned

that to our knees we'd fall

before the ones that judge us most

but not best.

Was it set to be horrendous

to be judged by those few personnes

who know us least?

As time passes

does it get worse?

why are people so judgemental?

ostentatious

tempermental

it seems they all

are the jury

and I am the one to be judged.

 

The End

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