#come-up-hither
i.
Soon, verily soon
Shalt the seven trumpet's sound;
Awakest from slumber mine land
And world,
Thy peace that thou seeketh
In Christ only
Shalt be found.
ii.
Soon, verily soon
Shalt the Antichrist make his mark;
The moon to turneth blood
The sea's boiling with dust.
A new order to adjust,
O' man, in whom doth thou trust?
iii.
Soon, verily soon
Shalt rich men hide
In room's; Bunker's to
Bomb's, children taken
From mom's, rapture;
Cometh up hither for
Few.
iv.
Soon, verily soon
Shalt the earth moan
In heat; a false peace
Deal for Israel and the
False man whom many
Wilt calleth king, the
Anti-christ to maketh a
Sting, with the united
Nation's as it's front.
v.
Soon, verily soon
Shalt prohecies of
Old, be turned into gold,
From it's verity and truth.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophetic poetry
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC