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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Judgement Day

A speaker stood speaking to himself
In a room full of ghosts
A woman sat in a chair
Face in her hands
Tears in her eyes
There were lights everywhere
And people started filling in
The silence overpowered
I don't know how much of our story
Is written before we are born
But this is it
The moment we've been told
When our deepest secrets are thrown into the world
An old man stood by the door
Calling roll and casting stones

Remember that you said
It was fables all of it


This is judgement day
My darling


When we claim our sins
And pardons are handed out
If any, like expensive gifts
To all the socialites in the audience
The smell of incense
Steams and expands in the enclosure
The doors both lock
Bolts of hell and rays of heaven
It's too late to back out now
And the speaker is still speaking to himself
No one seems to listen
A little girl sits in the front row
Lips parted and eyes on him
The lonely speaker in a full room
The tap of fingers on the microphone
Seems to startle all the present souls
And here he reads
Each and every deed we've done
Good and bad
Red and gold
I don't know how much of our stories are written
Before we are born
But this is it
The moment we've been told
A woman intercedes for us
Pleading prayers of a mother

This is judgement day
My darling

Remember that you said
It was fables all of it?

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