Armageddon

The weary man who suffers begins a journey into doubt is pain is ceaseless Pain increases his sorrow, destroys his bliss His glory ceases, and he loses his happiness He loses his craft, He no longer burns with desires Thus joys here perish Men lose faith and descend into vice Infirm faith degenerates into evil's curse Faith feebly abandons its high seat And every hour grows worse and worse Death pursues and brings men to shame Men cannot avoid when death comes calling To seize their lives in his inevitable grasp For death to dispose of us from here Let men's bones become one then finally none till there is nothing left of the evil ones But men's souls of good faith will all be safe when armageddon does come

reefaman

I have a mental health illness and I was a inpatient in a private secure mental health hospital not because i was a danger to the public but because i myself was the only person who was in danger from me was myself and that will reflect in my poetry...

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