The Beginning or the End?

andrew-t-hannah Poems

Time is nothing new, knowing knots will never be undone Evil crawls in the minds of man, manifesting itself to be beautiful Accepting and acknowledging all aristocrats who abuse their power The world is bland, where a woman loses her womanly flower Covering each other up, taking out the surface not the root, it’s wrongful Uncommon is the book, imagination in the individual’s ideal of no fun I sit pondering upon these problems, probing a way into fixing all When a crumpling crucial crumping sound, roared through the skies TV’s turned on, radios turned up, the Television speaks of trumpets Couples, church-goers, children cry to the camera “Ready your Caskets” Fire and hail trail to the ground, blood blaze behind, Earth in her demise People jab and judge each other, nobody understanding the Trumpets first call. As the people panic in passionate rage and fear Everything is going, diminishing, dying, covered in dirt, grass and trees burning A second trumpets serenades through savage yells Mountains begin to burn and fall, along with the church bells The seas slowly from within spoils into blood curling Every child glances up joyfully as staircases appear. A ten horned beast raises out of the sea, mouth maliciously open with intent Scrambling and screaming sub-beasts crawl into an unhinged jaw It rages and shakes the ten kings hoarding on each horn. Three kings crumble, crash to cultivated grounds, their bodies torn. Blood bathed, entitled; enraged the beast takes earth as its thrall. The people scared, scratched, scraped and tortured bent. Blackened beasts bash past the saints Looking for sin, sinister civil devils Trumpet three blows, while sitting upon universal long ledges The demons demonstrating patience beyond the ages Hells helpful and hazy corruption seen at different levels Through mans lounging, Wormwood falls to decide fates. The world is weeping through wasted weaves of wind Disgusting smell of dead rides the tormented tasteless air Swallowed by the fourth trumpet, bravely bashing through gusts To find safe haven upon the throne of tusks No animal though that tasted the tenacious disease will be accepted in care They will be banished into the cold forever dark air, where they will shiver and cringe. The world is silent waiting, wallowing for the fifth When it comes Angels, breath beneath the blacken clouds There striking wings linger as they blow three cornets In the sky, seeping through the soundless sky sails comets A sight for the still faithful all watch in a crowd As the comets releases Locusts from beneath. Laying lusciously low in a most lucid state, The ***** Her words wager, weave, win through the minds, falling for false prophecy Ripping right by the remonstration of being The ***** of Babylon Woman and Man fall for the words, seeking haven from hell hereon Adult to child, wishing away her whims, she is the spiritual adultery No newly made Neanderthal seeing her for the devils zany zealotist abhor. With The ****** lies, breaches the Mother of abominations The one obtuse and first woman to walk in the Garden of Eden Human at first, ripped apart, away from innocence; Lilith Haste to Hate, Revenge against the rotting earth, taking away human health The goal stupendous, shaking sorrowfully, any good is forbidden For killing is her passion, her art, her own Revelations. The sixth trumpet signals the release of the most dangerous Soldiers The four enticing beings of end that are released from Euphrates the great water Their massive army mounting at two hundred million minimizes us Useless and hopeless everyone allows plagues in their bodies with lust All people want is death, decaying, disembodied from the soul, without a bother The ***** still preaching, but not a single being is listening to her false words of a philosopher. In the mix of mist and swamps I continue to sit and scrutinize Every evil endorsing embassy of hell-spawn Floating and coating, demoting every satchel of thought As every defecate of remorse leave me in distraught My mind is distilled where my initial thoughts are withdrawn I empower the sour cowering stare of the devil’s eyes. I cannot look away, the steady statue stare Embracing escalated enmity, fighting for it not to invade my mind Never knew cruelness existed and brought beings such delight It covers itself in kindness and caring as it wishes me good night When wrathful vengeance I awake, to aspire, to find A torture most terrifying, tossed into twisted tarred souls, my religion I forswear. A game of chess, played between each, no physical state Dictating the defence, drawing out, hitting, harassing and hackling Pawn for a pawn, the pound of flesh taken from the absence of attack Everything twists and twines around each feeble thimble of thoughtless comeback Devil sends soulless soldiers, crashing crazily through bones a crackling. Finding flirtatious moments to pass the queen into the kingly gate. I have lost; no match made on earth can win with the Devil Although I lost, I still hold onto faith that in the everlasting end I will be acknowledge by my God, I’ll will be shown care I sit, sore, scarred, seared of my dignity, I pray In my mind the Lord’s Prayer is the only way I can defend I know beyond my brave but bashed thoughts that I kept away from evil. The loudest, most holy, mind clearing trumpet rings The seventh and ending of the biblical war A hole rips the sky, rendering useless, entirely beautiful though Angels dash rescuing the ravaged by faithful souls, protection from beasts below I am avenged, my mind repaired from the unprotected un-releasing pain that I can now ignore I praise to the Lord, lavishing, laying beside his council of twenty-four of forgiving beings.