When Heaven Bursts

by Ben Pickard   Mar 2, 2018

If heaven bursts, they all fall down
and there will be no hiding place -
no place or grace for those still here
our shame exposed, our damned disgrace.
The Devil's bells will toll and those
that are exposed to all our wrongs
must then endure that awful sound
instead of hearing angel's songs.

I am ashamed, I here admit -
the family and friends I've lost
will see the blight - will fall in muck
and no amount of sheen or gloss
will hide from them this rotten land,
or make them feel that all's not lost.
Must those we love who lost their crowns
be made to pay the dreadful cost?

If heaven bursts, they all fall down;
if heaven bursts, there is no hope.
If there's no room for us up there,
the Devil then will weave a rope.
No true distinction then at all
between the rise or blasted fall
and when we die and hear the call
there is no hope for us at all.


Ben Pickard 2018


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  • 1 year ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Another superb write - I could imagine harp music playing to this in all honesty

  • 1 year ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Another interesting 'heavenly' concept here Ben, written in stunning prose and fraught with earthly concern. Excellent! :-) x

  • 1 year ago

    by Ren

    Wow, Ben. Just...wow.

    Phenomenal write, as always. Got me a little emotional, too...but maybe that's from this depressing music playing. Maybe a bit of both. Anywho. An intriguing and profound write that I've read a few times now and am still wrapped up in a cloud of emotion and thought.

    Well done, Sir, and I hope you are doing well :)

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