A Documented Flight Path

Poor strangers,
Left lonely in the dark;
A Godless mass
Not anticipating destruction.

Who will warn you,
To give you time and space
For repentance;

It is not I.

I have my own
Destruction to avoid.

Let’s the plagues come,
And let the seals
Burst open.

Which bring wrath.

Remission obtains
The greater part of my lung.

And abstinence
Betrays my waking thoughts;
I have a seizure.

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