Judgment Day
She shivered from an
Imaginary cold feeling
Her way along the damp,
Dark musky corridor. It
Smelled of death
There at the end, there
Could be seen a faint
Purple glow as if hells
Portal had been thrown
Wide spilling forth it's
Filth and disease
Praying to her now
Dethroned God was of no
Use, this was no childish
Nightmare, it was judgment
Day
Eminence pain reverberated
Through her as the glass beads
Of her rosary became nothing
More than molten liquid, pouring
Over her hands, across her breast
And spattering her face
Pain such as she had never known
Was yet to come, as she neared the
Obscured trap door
Savage demon dogs awaited her
Leaping upon her only to drop a
Razor wire noose to her fragile neck
Its purpose, to lower her into
Hell's gaping mouth
There was no turning back, no waking
Up for all of eternity
For this was judgment day!
G. Williams
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