Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Hell Have Half Horror

The harangues
From the unholy
Hanging tags of holiness.
The harried requests
For tithes and offerings
From the hoi polloi.
The harrowed looks
Of the scared seekers of salvation,
By the prophecies of apocalypse.
Their hard earned harvests
Are huddled
Inside the barns of idle babblers.
The noise persists.
The pestilence
Pounding the eardrums.
The shrieks
Of sisters under spell
Shatter sleep.
The boisterous band brothers
In anticipation
I await Armageddon.
Hell have half horror.