Spring was in full bloom
Yet, you’d find no clue.
Crimson soaked the ground,
Screams pierced through,
The open, musky air, while
Gas clogged tissue–
Paralyzed in the mud
Though Death seemingly had issue
Rescuing those from their plight. Watched
A man cry, his head split in-two.
There were no cries for a Savior
Off our tongues His name fell to,
The bodies of the forsaken
Eventually, we’d succumb too.
We are prisoners of sin
With faces flushed blue,
Escapes strewn sinew.
Abaddon sullies Earth
So to the Skies Angels flew
As I begged for forgiveness, but
Inside I already knew.
Time was up, it was spent
Unrepentant—punishment was due
A fate worse than death,
Now mistakes I cannot undo.
My search for Him stopped years ago
So today His search stopped too
And at that time, When God turned His back to walk away
I realized that day, that the skies were grey.