By the Almighty tacit approval of skies guardians, <br />the sevens angels of the seven plagues <br />poured their merciless misfortuans into the sea <br />one by one <br />they knew of The coming <br />Without clemency in their hearts; <br />the seventh angel of the seventh plague <br />poured his bowl and stood there in the tumult of <br />the end, of the last of His creation<br /><br />aiden murdock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revelations-9/
