Second Advent

The wicked souls like gasoline light up Afire without remorse sorrow and heat As if Hiroshima Nagasaki In bright atomic pillars of fire burn Unquenched like a mad lunatic bonfire The judged the condemned the damned all around Without mercy are swallowed engulfed by The supernatural fates and their white-hot Enraged furies as if to disgrace men And fallen angels at war against earth As gamma-rays consume their calcified Bones they cannot withstand resist before Megiddo's Jesus Christ whose burning light Flash-cooks their soft moist fleshy tongues in Their mouths like steaks as the sight of him melts And liquefies their eyeballs into ooze In their sockets as heads and scalps ablaze With radioactive fire's decay and heat Whilst ashen clothes like death's sackcloth robes fall From rude and roasting flesh such that even Thews sinews ligaments and tendons of Flesh melt in the wrath of the Next Advent Until they are gently slain by his love Without forgiveness hope or the grace of Redemption and salvation and are thrown Into the lake of fire forever where The damned are “weeping and gnashing of teeth!”