
Tourists crowded the space like a herd of cattle. I set up my easel and exposed my paints to the scene before me. Together we would create a masterpiece landscape. I raised the quivering tip of my paintbrush to the blank canvas but a tremor threw me out of my chair. My easel fell to the ground like a wounded animal, bleeding paint. Another tremor disturbed the ground. I suddenly registered that people were screaming. The rush of footsteps created a sinister murmur. This couldn’t be happening, I thought,the volcano is dormant. I was frozen to the spot. People bustled me to the side. Those who didn’t get up were trampled. The screaming halted for a moment. A deafening roar exploded from the picturesque landscape.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
And hell erupted on earth
rising up from the core
Spewing it’s vilest poison
lapping tongue of a whore
Forked in demonic nature
ragged horns jutted forth
Ashes up from the pit
foul winds blowing them north
The screams all around me
were nothing to even compare
To the anguish I heard
crying for me to beware
As the multi-headed dragon
from within the lava arose
While there came a great wailing
as a mother in birth-pain throws
Beside it were a thousand demons
whose putrid stench filled the air
Vomited out of the pit
with Armageddon to declare
Then I woke up gagging
nostrils holding the smell
From that most frightening scene
of the world’s coming hell
“Dear God, dear God, dear God,”
I then began to pray
“Leave me not behind
to face that Judgement Day!
But rather my dear God
this I beg of Thee
If You would only allow
that ‘chosen’ I would be!”
Teresa Marie 1/28/12 ©
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