The snow swirled
Madly around us,
Thrust forth on
A bitter-tongued wind,
And each of us knew
That God’s icy breath blew
For the myriad sins
We had sinned.
And every man knew
He deserved it;
There wasn’t a one
To be spared–
We were lost in the storm,
And were never to warm,
But the truth was
We no longer cared.
We sat on the snow
In a circle,
Each man just
A shivering shell–
We’d accepted our fate,
And now we would wait
For the wonderful
Fires of Hell.
Exceptional writing Michael! ☀️
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Why thank you very much!!
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You bet!!☀️
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