Oct 2010
Inside the pearly gates
of doom beside an ancient
throne
There lie the Holy robes
of God atop a stack of
bone
An echo from the gleaming
sky recalls His final words:
“I am the God of everything…”
And nothing else is heard.
of doom beside an ancient
throne
There lie the Holy robes
of God atop a stack of
bone
An echo from the gleaming
sky recalls His final words:
“I am the God of everything…”
And nothing else is heard.
Inspired by one of my favorite poems, Shelley's Ozmandias- From Notes from the Abyss
