A gallery of gawkers gazed,
Hatred-hazed eyes accuse
Guilty truths of dire deeds.
Justice feeds on dark souls.
Hungry god-eyes see
Heavens key yanked away.
Xaphan waves, stoking flames
St. Peters games await me.
Plungers promise painless death,
Ceased breathe steals my voice.
Long-past moments choice.
The plungers voice, a treacherous lie.
Hellfires dark embers burn.
Demons turn, await.
My fate, my crime.
So little time in eternity.
BIO: Jack Campbell, Jr. writes out of Lawrence, KS. He is a contributing editor to The Confabulator Cafe, www.confabulatorcafe.com. Learn more about Jack and his writing at www.jackcampbelljr.com
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