THE CUP OF DEATH
The cup of death,
Total and complete
Unchangeable, irreversible and sealed
Eternal separation from God our Maker,
Without even a vague hint of hope
Or the tiniest droplet of reasoned spiritual understanding.
The dead walk about today oblivious
Stand among us everywhere we go
Fill the nations of this world
The media, the digital screens, the government offices
Malls and food stores, restaurants both fast and slow
The streets and alleys, trails and dirt paths.
Neighborhoods and our families sometimes the same,
Death utterly dead
The Name of the Holy Lord even used as a curse word,
Darkness beyond even the physical sense of darkness with soul’s enhancement.
The dead quickly follow the body, on to another place
The mouth of Sheol ever-widening
Its appetite insatiable
Unquenchable satanic desire for more to plunge,
Be cast headlong into this pit of filth
Bitter stench of disgust and betrayal
Beyond the horror of torment.
And yet, worse stands ready in the face of eternity,
Consuming fire, the home of justice for rebel angels
Great and small alike,
Lake of fire without human words of comprehension,
A shared fate.
Death feeds on lies as maggots devour
Lies like darkest spores carried on worldly winds
Spread so easily far and wide
Multiply as they feed on themselves;
Falsehoods we love, deceit our delight
The very base nature of mankind perverted
Blinded in the thick darkness
Fearful only of exposure to a single ray of light,
Threat of honesty, terror of truth!