Poems of the Apocalypse

THE WAR TO SIN FOR

The sound rang out my ears,
house of flames that ate up all,
flashy ribbons consumed us,
exploding houses like popcorn kernels.

The didn’t have to die,
through the hell they would try,
long before the flash went on,
they were gone, long gone.

Consuming reality we are protected by DNA,
the brilliance of this subliminal mind,
if this is the last and final chance we got,
we signed our lives on the line.

We are the sign of this wretched war,
we started this war to sin for,
we signed the rights to our lives,
this is the war to sin for.

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