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
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
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
