The mountain explodes
The reason for which is not understood,
A molten crest
Slowly overshadows, unimpeded.
They wake in shock.
They run in horror.
They stand in awe.
Slowly swallowed, in obsidian tombs.
As one is taught to do
When temptation pines for you.
Sinful lava’s ploys astound,
And I’m convinced to turn around.
As thoughts thwart me with, “True?”
Away from my last glimpse of You.
Sin’s pleasure quickly turns to pain.
I’m stuck yet sorry, so, in vain,
I am overcome
Underneath the survivors’ mourning.
I am darkened stone
Engulfed in the Void, frozen, burning.
As one is ought to do
When suffocating sins bemuse.
I cannot forgive, though I confessed,
I writhe encased in false regrets.
As thoughts comport me, “Do,”
When entranced in awe of You.
Abate my eyes from Isaiah’s coal
Or fix my eyes and rest my soul?