i.

Many Creation's ago
Throughout the time of the great bolide;
The Chromosphere flashed, unearthly tide's

ii.

Streak's glitzed the sky's
Hell underneath shook;
The lord brought me and Jane together, Gaveth us Bible's as book

iii.

I shalt not leaveth her
In this time of great travail;
We shalt be called up, the word's " cometh hither" shalt be mailed


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ prophetic poetry
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

More than ever
This hour;
Now, mine God
Mine Christ, needeth me.

ii.

More than ever
This time;
I must overcometh Satan
And release the scripture's sign's.

iii.

More than ever
These last day's;
I must telleth other's
Of the world's end, and the hope to makest thou amazed.

iv.

More than ever
Better now, then never;
I shalt bloweth the shofar
Beneath hell, above the star's.

v.

More than ever
This is mine letter;
For thou to awakest
And findeth Christ's salvation, by which thou canst enter.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prohetic poetry