(UN)FORTUNATELY

Ere the wound of life opened,
Life was seven–and
Eden one.

The Unfortunate, in his
quest, declared peace–
in the name of war, and
spread unto heaven, like the
morning star: False dawns
rose like a blade; the world was
United in the state of death–
Ripe for RIP. Heaven’s
Heavy. Hell yelled! –The destiny
of the world was decided. The law
knelt. Broken. Prophets sighed. But
Mercy remembered–
What judgment forgot!

Recommended citation: Achodo, David. “Unfortunately.” Dachodo Press, 2026.

This poem is archived by Zenodo with the DOI: https://doi.org/10.5281/zenodo.19606716.

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