Judgement

When wounded souls, plagued by fears
have wrung out each last salty tear;
When parched mouths cry, for rain to sate,
and dusty tears have turned to hate;

When swollen lips are cracked and bleed,
and silent tongues spit bitter seeds;
When weeping turns to awful heaving,
and nothing's left but empty grieving,
then emptiness becomes a coveted place,
to lay the things, we dare not face.

Then, come the illusive remedies;
the eyes that tear, pretending to believe,
and selfish souls, hearing themselves speak,
with solemn faces, pretending to be meek.

When even Heaven turns away in disgust,
at reprobate man, twisted with lust,
and children's tears, raining down like dust,
that's when God's judgment will be thrust,
upon sinister hearts that injure the blameless.

They will no longer be cloaked and nameless,
but judged and tried by their own impenitence,
and found wanting on the scales of justice.