The Melting Pot (Crucible)

by

Serpentinehb

Thus the world falls upon bruised knees, while kings and gods do judge to please.
This hour the righteous do fall from grace, for the crimes of the mighty behind false face.
Now damnation's blood doth stain the pure - who with words unholy are tar'd by hate,
So slander's pen with judging ink all signed and seal'd secures their fate.
The hour of reckoning does fast approach and the end of things is near at hand,
Those condemned by vile, corrupted Man; now have not long still left to stand.
Their time has come; they shall depart, with knife in back and deceived heart.
The deal is done; their judgement set - no more to live, none shall forget.

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by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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