One day

It's like taking a rag
And making it wet.
Then wiping a table
Without regret.

Wiping out the dust,
Enjoying the scene.
Wiping it well.
Wiping it clean.

It's like this.

Something will happen
One day in this world.
The wickedness will be
Wiped out and go.

The wicked will be then
Wiped out like dust,
Like crumbs that are dry,
Like grease that you must

Get rid of. And this
Will happen one day
The world will be clean
Like a table, a tray.

It's crazy. It's scary.
Completely and clean.
No more second chances.
No argues you'll see.

No more. It is wiped.
The end has just come.
The end to the trail
Of rebellious man.

No more, no chances,
Compromise, "choose and picks"
Theological Bargains,
Philosophical tricks.

It is over. It's done.
It's accomplished. It is.
You had time to repent.
But you... chose this.

It is over, complete.
There's no reverse.
Rethinking of Brexit.
Rethinking the cause.

No evangelism needed.
The mission's complete.
We have preached. You have heard.
And this fate you will meet.

...

Wiped out. Completely.
Though, well, with a due,
A due so that there's
A chance, friend, for you.

Wiped out, my friend,
I don't want you to be.
There's a chance, I assure,
If you kneel and agree.

A chance to wipe out
The grease of your sin
Or your "wholesome" life
Will end up in a bin.

Choose.

Andre Anokhin
5.07.2018