The Morning After The Apocalypse Storm Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

It was the morning after the apocalypse's storm,
the fateful battle had been both fought and won.
Jesus Christ was still the victorious God's beloved son.
There existed life, peace and joy for everyone.

God was still around and there was new hope and peace
for the world. Hatred and war had been banished forever.
Mankind would dwell in peace and live together.
The beasts of the earth would no longer devour one another.

There would no longer exist any hideous form of
inequality nor demonic force of idolatry.
Because it was plain to see, God was
indeed the true God of love and light.