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TORTURED SILENCE

And the red demons screamed aloud, miseries and gories of a black scary death hurried by in the middle of the night. My father's shrine quaked in pity, My mother's excited wrapper loosed. Cain hurried by for the blood and skull of his brother. The Israelites defeated by Nigerians! How could it be their bones scattered in the midst of Nigerian greens? Drought. Hunger. Defeat. Death. Evil. Death brought all eyes to the feasting table of mediocres. Yet another feast for the deadly vultures, Yet another testimony for the pit of hell. For every righteous man labelled 666, For the indigenous heaven' occupants. Every children eyes shot horribly, Mothers, basking their fears in the hands of death, madly. The owls howled terribly torturing the sirenity of the cloud. The lions tamed and goats wilder. Darkened wind roared by, Thick gummy substances of the lurking embryo of the night cried. The wind stood, the stars wept. The moon hallucinated. Another destruction! Another destruction!! Christ watched at the corner of hell, Satan seen standing at the gate of heaven. Hell loosed! Demons freed! Angels captivated mockingly in the Voidness vodka of the horrored emptiness. The minted red evil spirits shriek of laughter echoed in the bottomless pit, dark.void. gloomy. Saddened. empty survivor's of royal Oak of vivid imagination darkened the unqualified agony lurking the painted firmament, advocating the peace of the world. Blood shattered all around, skulls littered yonder. The ant' eyes bugged with a lonely fierce myth along hell. They sounded the trumpet without the knowledge of Christ. They have tortured silence in heaven, They have made war and war among nature, and humans will bear the consequences. And every pillars are set loosed and the earth will wail soonest. Woe, woe to the world for the dragon is set free. The punctured silence flew into the world and humans groaned in fear. Terrible strange agonies gripped humans. And the angels waited on and on for the set time of another trumpet. Darkness filled the earth and Christ is come. And I raised my head to a new world from my nightmare, These words are broken, I lost my mind scripting them. Yours Poetically, ©John Chizoba Vincent

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