We'll panic 'neath the dying moon: <br />Mating in the dirt. <br />All will know when finally- <br />God does ease the hurt. <br /> <br />Raptured into heaven all: <br />Those who earned a piece. <br />Caked in mud and decadence: <br />Lost souls pray for a peace.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dying-moon/
