VOICELESS ALIENS

 A colossal wrath of cosmic

After Aeons upon,

The realms of mortals.

 

Heavenly Saviour who is impartial

Is now in an aviary,

Because of the alienated zombies.

 

The Celestial rage emits on the Unjust World

Life transformed and halt,

In fear, restlessness and wails heard.

 

A Close Call

Not to glance the fury of Demiurge,

A beauteous solitary

To couple soulfully,

With the pleasures and leisure’s of life.

 

In the hellish vampiristic abode

A squeaker for far afield,

Where all wight try to abscond

To be prophesied by Holy Ghost,

With no Redemption but only Resurrection

To all voiceless aliens.

G. Jeroline 19 ENG 207