A poem about our many sins, and the consequence to come.
You can never truly be sure
if sin has a worthy punishment.
If the angels were to fall,
and the hell was to rise,
would it be enough?
No, as sin will continue
as long as the dark still crawls.
Hearts and souls entranced with violence and power,
unseen dangers lurking in ourselves.
A monster rises, snarling, biting.
The sky burns blood red.
The sea thrashes with terrifying force.
Lightning splits the mountains.
Demons ride the clouds of dusk,
Angels guide those worthy of light.
Our sin has met its punishment.