In the middle top of His map He saw
The great machines that closer draw
Last one time the outsider knew
Days He marked again anew
Men looked back instead of near
Will Reaper He designed to steer
Die the masses with no tear
And Reaper halts the ones too dear
God warned that the day of end
Who hid the one He has send
Owns a legion to come spend
The lives that they refused to mend
Land on hot sand feel no stings
Will all at once now open wings
Send the message to the beings
A trumpet few will hear then rings
Reaper has only one design
Down from sunlight come to dine
So gather he the ones that sign
Dark the day seen moon align
Too late now for the ones that save
Much their time to stop the grave
Good were days the wind had waved
To come to men and choose to slave
Lose their minds for in the sky
God has sent the time of dry
Said The Reaper oh but why
And answer came 'Go see for thy! '
Arno Le Roux 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem