In the ninth years, in the tenth month,
on the tenth day of the month,
it was written down in stone the name of those days,
on that very day.
There are people walking around everywhere
not thinking about the hour of the day
because their minds are swept away
Woe to the ****** city,
The cooking *** is hot
and it will cost so many a lot.
Yet, I will never know and their lives will ensue;
those that could have loved Him,
could have listened to His Word,-
but insetted they have gone around
making the innocent hurt.
I'll never wonder who,
or what is cooking in the ***,
could it be all those names
that cast down shame?
piece by piece
one by one
look at them run
Now they see it isn't fun
for what they have done
spilling the blood of the innocent ones.
woe to you rebellious house
where it is your names have been written down.
To all the things to come
and all those things that have past
He will soon come back
no matter who tries to attack
He will fight them back
and take them down
there is no one else like Him
The thing I never think about-
and the only thing I do.
- Judy Emery © 2004 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery