I believed it had to be a dream, or a scene from some old movie
A beast descending in the flames and a fire all consuming
A trumpet signaling the end, raining hail of burning embers
With glowing eyes ore a lake of fire to punish the the pretenders
I sat in fear, as I watched it burn, cleansing the earth and air together
Shivers slithered down my spine, like a snake released, untethered
The intensity singed my every breath and the sky appeared as lava
Storms clouds brewed with a rumble in a voice calling, Jehovah
I cried in fear of dying and I leapt out of my bed
Remembering the Bible verse of how the world would end
I don’t remember what happened next, but I awoke to someone with me
Reassuring there was time to change the way the world was going
So, I vowed right then and there that I would be a better person
To change the world around me and create another version
The fire did more than cleanse my mind, It burned a path for me to follow
And I will do the best I can can, if I’m granted a new tomorrow
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In a way I hope that I have been gone for quite a while before this happens. Great job.
This was my thoughts since I was a wee lad waiting for the big disaster You wrote the end with elegance
I too have had apocalyptic dreams, the world ending in fire and ash while I lie prostrate in terror of his coming. I often wondered if others had also experienced such things. Your poem returned those memories though it has been many years since I last dreamt of it.