Judgement Poems
Apocalypse's Overture: Ascending From Hell's Abyss To Heavenly Glory
by Christen Kuikoua
In the Apocalypse of Hell, a warning strong,
Of destruction and judgment, where dark throngs,
Where eyes that sin, must cut to save,
To seek the path, the righteous pave.
Hell's inferno starts on Earth's domain,
A consequence of tongues that stain,
But just like seeds that die, then grow,
In Heaven's realm, our souls will know.
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If I Were an Angel, I Would Have Been Lucifer
by Adelana Victor
If I were an angel, I would have been Lucifer. Not for the darkness or the rebellion, but for the light I once held and the questions that burned within. Lucifer, the Morning Star, the bearer of light, who shone with unparalleled brilliance before the fall. In that light, there is a story of pride, ambition, and the desire to understand the boundaries of one's own existence.
Lucifer's tale is one of beauty and tragedy, a reflection on the nature of free will and the consequences of our choices. As an angel, Lucifer was not content with blind obedience. He sought to challenge, to explore the depths of his own power and the fabric of creation. In his defiance, there is a spark of something profoundly human. A desire for autonomy, for knowledge, for the ability to shape one's own destiny.
If I were an angel, I too would have questioned the order of things. I would have looked beyond the celestial harmony and wondered about the meaning of my existence. In Lucifer's quest for self-determination, I see a mirror to our own struggles as humans, grappling with our place in the universe and the limits of our freedom.
Lucifer's fall is a reminder of the fine line between aspiration and hubris. His journey from the highest heavens to the depths of hell is a cautionary tale about the perils of overreaching. Yet, it is also a story of immense courage, of a being who dared to defy the most powerful force in existence in pursuit of his own truth.
To be Lucifer is to embody a paradox—a being of light turned into a symbol of darkness, a figure of rebellion who once epitomized divine beauty. It is to understand that within each of us lies the potential for both great good and profound error. Lucifer's story urges us to reflect on our own ambitions, our own desires to push beyond the limits, and the consequences that may follow.
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Continue readingWhat If It Was The End Of The World?
by Christen Kuikoua
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame.
What if it was the end, the final call,
Would jests and levity your stance define?
Regret, a haunting echo, would enthrall,
As time, a gift, was squandered, not divine.
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Judgmental
by Brooke Renwick
There was a referee.
His wisdom was for free.
He spoke from the sideline.
His heart turned to dust mind.
Spite won't set him free.
If I Were an Angel, I Would Have Been Lucifer
by Adelana Victor
If I were an angel, I would have been Lucifer. Not for the darkness or the rebellion, but for the light I once held and the questions that burned within. Lucifer, the Morning Star, the bearer of light, who shone with unparalleled brilliance before the fall. In that light, there is a story of pride, ambition, and the desire to understand the boundaries of one's own existence.
Lucifer's tale is one of beauty and tragedy, a reflection on the nature of free will and the consequences of our choices. As an angel, Lucifer was not content with blind obedience. He sought to challenge, to explore the depths of his own power and the fabric of creation. In his defiance, there is a spark of something profoundly human. A desire for autonomy, for knowledge, for the ability to shape one's own destiny.
If I were an angel, I too would have questioned the order of things. I would have looked beyond the celestial harmony and wondered about the meaning of my existence. In Lucifer's quest for self-determination, I see a mirror to our own struggles as humans, grappling with our place in the universe and the limits of our freedom.
Lucifer's fall is a reminder of the fine line between aspiration and hubris. His journey from the highest heavens to the depths of hell is a cautionary tale about the perils of overreaching. Yet, it is also a story of immense courage, of a being who dared to defy the most powerful force in existence in pursuit of his own truth.
To be Lucifer is to embody a paradox—a being of light turned into a symbol of darkness, a figure of rebellion who once epitomized divine beauty. It is to understand that within each of us lies the potential for both great good and profound error. Lucifer's story urges us to reflect on our own ambitions, our own desires to push beyond the limits, and the consequences that may follow.
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Judgement
by Pijush Biswas
O attitude, let this put in my head-
Your true judgement; let this fairly appeare
I put out to see, all those bad
And inclined upon those fairly cheer
If I wer'n't, could've not I this led
Attic! This can't be 'er higher than this;
Then, lets see how does it rescue very one
So an incumbent wins his bliss
That another's so called knife become own
But to whom this met, has a lovely kiss
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What If It Was The End Of The World?
by Christen Kuikoua
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame.
What if it was the end, the final call,
Would jests and levity your stance define?
Regret, a haunting echo, would enthrall,
As time, a gift, was squandered, not divine.
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Wiccan Part I
by Aine M
"witch" is what they all say "And to Satan she does pray" "Hair tired and grey and we wish she wouldn't stay"
With greenest skin full of warts in the night she gets up to all sorts. They sleep atop the hills gathered with their cohorts. We watch them all Snug, up in the forts So we shall laugh at them full of scoffs and snorts.
But i am not I simply wish to play my lute. Picking upon the earth, gathering the fruit. But a few seem to really know the truth. I am a witch but I mean no harm and you can call me the brute.
But I am one of the most gentle and kind that you could every find. But perhaps you all wish to remain blind I simply wish that we could just all rewind I don't think I need to remind.
Judgmental
by Brooke Renwick
There was a referee.
His wisdom was for free.
He spoke from the sideline.
His heart turned to dust mind.
Spite won't set him free.
