Author: Mark Spencer
As the end of the age approached,
And the sickness of sin encroached,
The world lost its humanity,
To narcissistic vanity.
Mutual respect descended.
The human race made their own rules,
Expelling Jesus from their schools.
And those who sat on earthly thrones,
Built mighty empires on the bones
Of those they deemed expendable,
For freedom was amendable.
They fed on the anxieties
Of corpulent societies.
And fanned the flames of privilege,
Through cities, towns and villages.
And then with furtive expertise,
These shepherds drained their treasuries.
They left the lambs out in the field,
Where hungry wolves could hunt…concealed.
And so the lambs were cast from grace,
The proud defiance left their face.
They flocked together to survive,
Their only hope to stay alive.
The world began to shake and groan,
Cities reduced to heaps of stone.
A prayer was heard from every mouth,
When east went west and north went south.
And then Old Faithful blew her top,
Men feared her bellows wouldn’t stop.
The ash she spewed obscured the sun,
Yet man’s ordeal was far from done.
The sun shone black through all the haze,
Its mighty light escaped their gaze.
But on the night side, it was said…
The moon became a bloody red.
Burning ash tainted the water,
Lands grew cold, and seas grew hotter.
The flora died without the light,
The fauna shared the flora’s plight.
Then came the horsemen one by one,
Prophetic plagues escaped by none,
And those who wore their voguish mark,
Slipped quietly into the dark.
In Zoar fearful lambs amassed,
Until the tribulations passed.
The world was changed by these events,
As nature reshaped continents.
And when the sun returned again
It saw another age begin.
An age free of hostilities,
A world of possibilities.
And every soul who left this plain,
Could see, at last, the earthly stain
Of scars left by our immersion,
In a sea of proud perversion.
Yet this is just a tiny glimpse
For us, the prostitutes and pimps,
Who sell our souls for silver’s gleam,
The answer to our earthly dreams.
But if this thief comes in the night,
Will we be ready for the fight?
Or will we be too blind to see,
When God fulfills His Prophesy?
Comments on this poem/writing:
|anonymous (18.104.22.168) -- Thursday, February 2 2012, 10:11 am|
Read all 5 of your new poems. I enjoyed them all and they are all great poems , as well as all the ones I've read for years of yours. Thanks for sharing Mr. Spencer. I'll look forward to years more.
|Wess (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, February 4 2012, 01:35 am|
That's what people would do! Even the believers would freak! Great poem! - Wess
|Shan (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, February 24 2012, 02:24 am|
INCREDIBLE read... SO true and so well spoken. It was like reading a story. LOVED it.. GREAT job!
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