Don't mind the warts on my nose, my heart is warm down to my toes. I know I have a crooked smile, but I sure know how to have a Good time. If you hear me singing it might make your ears bleed, but I put joy into each note. When I laugh it sounds like a screech, but I am great in the kitchen if you want something to eat. So pull up a seat and I will pour you a cup of my homemade brew. They say that beauty is only skin deep so I guess I can say with great pride, that I'm really beautiful on the inside.

What if we all spoke the same tongue? What if wars had never come? What if nobody taught children to have? What if we all learned to give away our excess, imagine how great things would be? What if ideas were freely shared and could be quickly put into place. Just imagine all the problems that we could solve, imagine what wonders we could see. Now let us stop imagining and start working to make these things reality.

The world is running fast down a wide path. A slippery ***** is under foot and people are enjoying the ride. The days are fast approaching when the final bell will toll. In a delusional state, many will be deceived and will follow a shooting star. A light that will burn bright for a moment then burn out, leaving them in darkness. Then when the world has gone far enough, in the east the sky will give way to a new day and the bright and morning star will come. Many will flee but shall not find refuge, when it all ends.

Sacrifice and heart break, sorrow and tears, loss and longing are the stark truths that lay in love. Poets talk of smiles and warm sunny days yet this is only a dream. Love is a mother comforting a sick child. Love is a labor of long hours in a job no one wants to do. Love is giving without the hope of receiving. Love holds many mysteries and many truths. It lets us find out who we are and what we are not. It defines us and breaks us, it binds us and divides us. These are the many things hidden in love.

They dress in finery and celebrate being ******. The laud their superiority over those that they revile. They celebrate immorality, blindly following a dark path. Life is nothing but a changing scene for them. Riotous living is what crave as they play in the streets. Law and justice are trodden under foot. They say we want equality, as they strip away other people's rights. In a delusional fever they dance to a tune played by the devil they serve.

Caw caw caw cries a black bird in a tree. From a like high up in a weathered lifeless oak, the bird stares at me. A cold wind blows by and a chill runs down my spine. Caw caw cries the black bird as it takes flight. Down the bird descends beneath dark and dreary skies, landing on a solitary Grey rock caw caw caw it calls to me. I stop and stare into the dark messengers eyes. Now I understand the Ravens purpose and why the Ravens cries. Come come come is what it says to those who are about to die.

The sun shines down on the earth as it turned in the emptiness of space. People stirred as the days light broke the eastern horizon across the world. God looked down from his throne and listened to the world. He heard cursing and talking but little in the way of prayer. Suddenly he raised his hand and a great angel went forward with his trumpet in his hand. As people were going about concerned with worldly care, suddenly the angel blew his horn an creation was shaken. The sun suddenly went out and darkness fell on the earth. The heavens were torn asunder and a new light shines down. In fear people fell as all things came undone. In the heavens Christ sat on a great white throne surrounded by his angels and the saints of old. Morning had given way to eternity as God said it is done. No more shall morning break, eternal day has come.