Falling Backwards into the End

Final poem for the night, then it's off to Sleep Land.

The heavy air holds captive
to a history of sacrificial rape
and the white hot fury of a celestial being
who purifies the cosmos of unworthy specs
that challenge His master plan.

Black snow disrupts nature's virgin face
and melts the flesh from her bones like a rogue flame
thrashing violently atop a pool of wax.

The roof of the church stings His knees,
and the wall of screams, scraping skin from his cheeks,
brushes past His ears.
Like the little people below
who keep projecting into the air
out of invisible cannons
and falling, flailing, into the frozen fires of Hell.

Author's Note

If you didn't get it, it is a religious reference. I am evolutionist, although I thought it would be interesting to post my views on the Christian religion.

Reviews

[Elissa; the genuine art..]

"Black snow disrupts nature's virgin face"
That one line says so much to me.
I love it a little too much.
Great write.
-Elissa :)