THE END; FULL STOP?

THIS ONE OF MY NIGHTMARES.

MISSILES POINTED AT THE SKY

WILL I LIVE OR WILL I DIE?

HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL FRY?

WHEN THOSE MISSILES FALL FROM THE SKY.

HOW MANY WILL DIE WITH BODIES BURNT?

HOW MANY WILL FEEL THE PAIN?

HOW MANY WILL SEE THEIR CHILDREN SUFFER?

IN AGONY AS THEIR YOUNG LIVES DRAIN AWAY.

IN MY NIGHTMARE I SEE A BABY COVERED IN RED DUST.

IN MY NIGHTMARE I SEE ITS YOUNG LUNGS BURST.

IN MY NIGHTMARE I SEE FOAM COMMING FROM ITS MOUTH.

A MOUTH ON A FACE WITH NO FEATURES LEFT

IN MY NIGHTMARE I SEE A MAN RUNNING BLINDLY

HIS INSIDES ARE EXPOSED.

NO FACE.EYES.EARS OR NOSE.

WHEN I AWAKE I KNEEL DOWN AND PRAY.

I ASK THE LORD?

PLEASE DONT LET ME SEE THAT DAY.

 

The End

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