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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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.
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.
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.
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