Poetry

How do I fear thunder?
when the flash of golden light strikes the cloud of gloomy blackness
whose flash is like a camera flashing in the gloomy blackness of clouds
here on Earth whose blackness is as black as space itself
whose ominous color could swallow Earth whole
 
like a black hole in deep dark space inflicting fears of doom
as dark as hell itself whose clap is like drums beating loudly
as to drown out God’s rage of anger
whose anger is bent on disciplining all mankind
 
whose sin and hateful nature
has incensed God’s candle of loving and forgiveness
whose candle is slowly melting into the dark chasm of pitch black hell
where all mankind is plunged into the dark chasms of red-hot lava
 
the final destination in this deep dark world of sin and hate-HELL
and I say to myself how do I fear thunder?
When this dark gloomy world of sin and hate
has got one blue and sick with fear