The Night Ten Thousand Churches Burned

The night ten thousand churches burned

Darkness came and how the blood did run

Confusion reigned while chaos stormed

The putrid air thick with acid and brimstone

Day became night and night became Hell

White hot infernos erupting from steeples

Ancient beams collapsing in a deadly crescendo

Stained glass melting under greasy sooty flames

Blackened debris angrily licked and brutally kicked

Smoke billowing a choking cloud of blinding death

Ash, splinters and smoldering debris, gathering

Growing like a plague of unending terror

Relentless destruction until nothing clean remained

That night, not a religion or belief was spared

The symbols of the Christian God fell

Mosques of the Muslim Allah as did Jehovah and Shiva

Each destroyed, one after another in fire and hatred

And the followers who clung to hope suffered

Rewarded with death and payment for the ferryman

They stood in vain before the armies of the night

Thundering hooves trampling their lands

Bodies scattered; their kin now martyrs alike

Books of ancient verse erased from time

Now ash and dust, as they never even existed

No symbol; not an icon left to resurrect

Religion died the night a thousand churches burned

As darkness engulfed the dregs of society

Globalists Generals toasted to their latest success

An official proclamation of a new world

God was dead, they shouted in unison

Long Live Total Government Control; the New God!

In one swift cataclysm, legions of numb-minded youth

Marched in lock-step like Transylvanian vigilantes

Hacked, chopped, burned, and destroyed

Blindly following orders they left nothing

Erased and eradicated any and all trace

Burned and killed, killed and burned

One by one, the religions fell, until none remained

And when the stillness came, the land grew cold

Icy winds and stormy skies unleashed torrents

The gathering waters ran crimson and black

Poisoning the land, and punishing the world

But that was just the beginning of the end

The night ten thousand churches burned

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

4 thoughts on “The Night Ten Thousand Churches Burned

  • March 19, 2019 at 5:12 PM

    Powerful, hard-hitting, no softening tone to sooth any soul of the horrific destruction and death. Profound, emotive, heart-jerking, and frightenly possible. Excellent penning, Ralph.

  • March 20, 2019 at 8:13 PM

    Most powerful and expressive verse. When faith is questioned when sacred places are burned or attacked it always seems that there are no more places to hide.

  • March 23, 2019 at 9:49 PM

    Wow! Ralph, as the other commenters said “Powerful!” the only real word to describe this excellent piece of verse. I loved every word, and this scenario could easily become reality the way the world is heading.

  • March 24, 2019 at 8:03 AM

    Ralph this poem has no fear and talks candidly about the connection between the worlds religions and political violence. Thank you Ralph for sharing. Jamie


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