The Final Call

   
I hear a strange sound    
like that of a knell       
it seems to ring far off       
I hear it loud and clear    
in the silence of amorphous hours    
when the entire world sweetly reposes    
I hear it loud and clear.   
 
In a state of oblivious torpor,    
I ponder about the strange sound,    
What it could possibly be?    
A sinister omen?    
A sign of the ultimate destruction?    
Has a curse befallen me?    
Or is it this wicked world    
eventually heading towards    
its own doom?    
      
The sound gets louder    
In my mind's eye  
I could behold  
a bloody spectacle all around me    
and a bloody picture at the horizon    
evilness inflicts itself  
upon naive humans    
growing fast with them    
like soars and decaying wounds    
it contaminates Purity    
destructs peace and harmony    
but, 'Tis death that closes all!    
with sickle and sword in its hands    
It kills Innocence    
and begets a million Gorgons.    
      
Oh! the sound  
its that of a knell,    
that is been tolled  
for the entire human race    
for the wretched creatures  
that we now have become    
like hideous vermins and reptiles  
we lick our own scum.    
      
I say,  
it's almost time  
to wake up  
from your ignorant slumber    
and listen to your final
to wake into a world brand new    
where all wrongs would be undone    
and save love  
nothing else shall prevail.    
      
Our ship of love and brotherhood  
shall sail once again       
God shall be our captain    
He shall ease out all the pain.