Robert Edgar Burns
Heaven's Shaking - Poem by Robert Edgar Burns
The powers in the heavens will be shaking.
The stars shall fall into the sea.
A battle will soon be raging,
On our way to victory.
The moon will turn to blood red.
Acid rain falls from the sky.
All metal on Earth turned into weapons.
More than a third of all people will die.
Armies gathered all at once in a valley.
The war the worst one of all time.
Horses are equipped for the bloody battle,
For millions this will be their last ride.
The sun will be hot and so scorching.
Poison waters will not quench one's thirst.
We will follow our leader on horseback,
The Last Who is also the First!
This is not simply an idle prediction.
But it was told to us so long ago.
It is not only ancient in statement.
It's as fresh as tomorrow's news show.
Do you choose to go into this battle?
There's only one outcome that's foretold.
When the stars fall into the oceans,
Will you be a soldier or there for the show?
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