Angels of Hell: Canto I, Part I

A City in Sin Burns
Las Vegas, bastion of lust; A-Day
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Cars cruise down the glowing strip,
Bells, pings and whistles fill the air.
False idols croon ballads of luck and love
A facade to mask loneliness and despair.
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The desert breeze wafts the drunken stench
Of those defeated;  those full of greed.
Impetuous souls lacking will, nor remorse
Searching somewhere to bury their seed.
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A trumpet blares far as Gabriel calls,
Followed by warning within the heavens,
And echoes through all of Eden's ears,
“The sigil of the seventh seal hath broken.”
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As fast, as furious those trumpets did sound,
So too, Hell's portals blazoned city streets.
The crackle drew men like moth to flame
Depleting all sense for curious treats.
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Time passes, seconds-to minutes-to hours.
Crowds swelling with the pious and proud,
Retching insults and blames in protest
To the quizzical fate they've found.
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“Silence children, your answers'll come,”
A voice bellows deep within the flame,
“Uplift the veil, your eyes doth cloud.
Look around.  You are all to blame.”
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Shadows stir within the swirling void.
Approaching with fury, the Horsemen ride.
Pestilence, Famine, War and Death.
Spurning the pleas of those horrified.
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A view reflected from a burning pool
That Asmodeus embraced so giddily,
“These mortals suffer, simmer and soil.
Oh, how blissful ignorance can be!”
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© 2020 Chris ~cliff~ Reichard