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...