Forgotten Lord

Deep into the night of the harrowing dawn,

old voices went astray

 

And fast on the morning of no return,

final judgment came to stay

 

Crashing like a wave was the prophet’s voice,

this time not to be ignored

 

Washing away all excuse and false remorse

with damnation

     —forgotten Lord

 

(Grantham New Hampshire: March, 2015)

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