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Jul 2016
I found the àrókò,
Somewhere around someplace,
Of many weapons.

This must be war,
Could this be Armageddon?
Obviously without surprises,
After the one in the “45”,
This must be the world War three,

I saw nations
Each with her own objects,
Testing like sumptuous meal

Many alliances,
Could this be Armageddon?
Over there must be antichrist,
Is that the sun moving down?

Up there must be the Savior,
Learnt he died on the cross,
Could this be Armageddon?

Could be the chained dragon?
I heard he was let loose,
Let loose from the abyss,

Who are those two?
Look like elijah and moses,
Aren’t they turning their backs?
The Constitution and ruler,

Behind you!
Is that not the two edged sword?
I hope is not facing you and I,

Is that not the beautiful gate,
Are you willing to take the risk?
Do u wish to see the other side of the gate?
Hang on, you must wait,

Aren’t those the elder?
They must have been really old,
Beneath me the flames?
I heard it burns with sulphur,
Am I really talking to you?
Nations will perish,
The world War three!
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Drunk poet  19/M/Everywhere
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