Apocalist

Genre: Poesy

Title: Apocalist

Author: John King Ayanfe ©

Oh Earth, where is thy breath

The very beauty that defined your greenness

Were you ever struck with bad health

Countless panegyrics portrayed your beauty, even in darkness

How i become a lone sojourner under your watch

You have returned to the beginning where naught liveth

Except that my bleeding eyes for remains match

Starvation, loses and a dead world my life felt

Mansions became empty - greed became still - earth became void

Wealth begging to be possessed - properties begging for owners

Avarice begging me to exterminate it with selflessness' sword

I behold vanities merrying at earth's corners

Are these not things for which mortals killed mortals

I hear now, all mortals shall be judged, oh

All that every mortal gather shall vanish into vanities

This matter should cause mortals sorrow

I returned to heaven after the judgement of mortals

The lamentations from Hades was louder than heaven's hymns

Naught that mortals pride in can salvage their soul

The Apocalist yet pray for the salvation of his soul