The Avenging Angel Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

The Avenging Angel

The avenging Angel soon may visit us
Intolerant of wickedness and greed
His appearance on our paltry human scene
May well announce a god who will succeed
Mankind consumed by animosity
Towards his kind, unable to live in peace,
Destroyer of the beauty of the earth,
Whose hatred lust and anger does not cease.
Unwilling to rise beyond the animal self
Inapt to look within, a flame to find
To burn away the darkness of his state
Such pleasure takes in the brilliance of his mind
Locked in a pathetic lump of clay
To live awhile on his brief road to death,
His insignificant gains eroded by time
In silence or in pain draws his last breath
Fading into nothingness as dust.
Sad is his fate who cannot seek for God
Or truth in a world of falsehood racked with pain.
Religion fails, for on its truths we've trod
And all our sects are but a hollow gain
Unless the many wake to find the soul
Rescind this evil's reign to reach the goal.