The final day of judgment (Pompeii)

 

Dark clouds fast-flying

Red, gray and black fog

Raining rocks with flames

Burning flesh and bones

Singing the song of the dead

Long, loud and scary

Like it was a lake of fire

Filled with amorphous silhouettes

 

The ground shook so hard

Bursting up randomly, so rough

Tearing down the stone walls,

The mighty pillars of the arena,

Deep, long running cracks,

Sinking with it the history of city,

Bearing names of the legends

The brave gladiators of Pompeii

 

To see and not hope,

To fear and not be scared,

But rather live on the last day

Stealing every second there is

While battling the angel of death

Bringing with him the wrath of gods

And taking as many souls possible

On the final day of judgment

 

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