#september-warnings
Betwixt the Alloquy
Of me and Reyna Jane's tongue's;
Spilleth out the astrology, aloft the moon and the sun.
God shalt unite us
In the new life;
Of the next.
Thither the peace coming
The fountain's shalt be running;
With Christ's aura of his mightiness.
The world's now faltering
Forward star's to hit this dune;
Annular mushroom cloud's, as well from man's nuclear doom.
As china faileth, and the State's of America fumble
I'm ready to go, so queen do knoweth;
The stock's art about to jumble.
Look high, mine love
To ourn creator above;
Trumpet's art about to be blown.
The celestial's art heavy
Ourn universal levee;
Is broken, so clingeth to me mine dove.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ prophetic poetry
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC