future rumblings

And I felt the mighty tome of God reverberate through the walls,
Fire, Brimstone,
not so much,
more a slowing down and stopping,
with possible destruction having already come.
Infinity always whispers after all. 

The end was a disappointment,
as was it's preceding footsteps.
First promise, then struggle, despair,
success, ecstasy, sorrow, numbness and
the end.

The words reverberated in my mind and
they said "you are weak, repent."
I knew, repentance would never come anyhow.
Repentance is surrender sure as suicide.