Torrents drench in seething downpour:
from fervent patter,
torrential pounding across soggy panes.
ferocious winds now bordering on draft
sonic booms of thunderous dooms;
drenching sorrow soaks the land,
enhanced by vibrant flashes across verdant landscape;
rolling, rumbling, grumbling—BOOM!
demon-sent, this fierce monsoon!
winds be-whip unyielding cloudburst
unforgiving, unrelenting,
purging lands of grave injustice
so cruel be the zealot’s fool (twisted religion)
in persecution of nonbelievers.
so harsh the words against acceptance
of fates beyond the folds of god,
reeling naught but hateful vengeance
from befuddled words of ancient times;
mindsets of infallible caesars,
claiming powers no mortal holds;
for every chance, they blame the “wicked,”
declaring Doomsday from nature’s dance;
to judge the godless without knowing her heart
and proclaim her to hell for lack of faith
How could you know her motivation’s name
without first asking for whom she lives?
the godless are neither perfect nor flawed
beyond their counterparts of godly mind.
from depth of earth to heaven’s eye (sky),
each species finds a life and time.
Big Bang evolves just as His week,
yet takes its time to reap great profit.
Eons old all mindsets be
for none can know without some doubt.
All children see through clearer eyes
before we taint them with our judgement.