UNFORTUNATE SOULS

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Unfortunate Souls


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The hour has come for all things to perish into the night

Which are those to be first in line
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Looking forward to a sign
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Weeks or days could pass before our eyes
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For tomorrow might be our demise
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Beware for those all wise
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Coming from the firy skies
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Needing ones to hold so dear
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With no place to hide the fear
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Watchful angels shed a tear
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There are no numbers to compare
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Many drop to knee in prayer
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With pits of souls in despair
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Those be evil will not fare
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For horns of gold will be a bouts
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And ears will ring with echoed shouts
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For only few shall make it out
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Good will rise and take a stand
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To hold the creator in high demand
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And we today are not alone
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The bad will stay and we’ll be gone
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The sea shall rise with burning waters
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Ash will come and then the smoke
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To smother life in a deadly cloak
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On this day time will stop
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With hoof shaped feet at the mountain top
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Glaring down while all men drop
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Listening doors for the knock
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Answering it will be one’s choice
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Will it be he or will it be thee
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At this moment breath shall flee
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Reddish skin or the brightest light

Because there will be no mercy on this night

Thank you reading my poem Unfortunate Souls.

And please fill free to share it with your friends and family.

This has been a poem by: Christian Eaves

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