Apocalypse

Not long ago they sat and drank

The poison of their dreams.

Not long ago they ate it up

As bread with milk and cream.

Not long since the world had ended

All torn and split and burned.

Not long ago the Gods abandoned

The dead in their graves turned.

Not long, the Son of God he came

To wash the Sins of Man.

Not long since the Man he tried

To do all that he can.

But that was that and now they sat

The Masters and the Lords.

Drinks did rounds and toasts were made

To The World and its New Gods.

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(Written in response to Prompt#8 at Flash Fiction and can also be read here)