IF EVER THERE WAS AN UNHEARD SHOUT
If ever there was an unheard shout
Verily, Death that shout would surely be
For she wrests our souls and then casts them out,
To oblivion, eternal destiny.
If one inquired, "How does thy garden grow?"
Inconsolably, "It hath grown all too well...
For from the seeds that long ago were sown
Now arrives the end of our living SHELL."
With Heaven awakened, the wings descend;
Angels! Chariots of fire blaze the sky;
Extinguish all...ashes ride the wind...
Souls all ponder: Only God who knows why!
And so removed to a place of retire
Unbidden, "CAST THEM TO THE LAKE OF FIRE!"
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