Wiley Wildcard

Rookie - 344 Points (April 23,1996 / Orville California)

The Message Of End - Poem by Wiley Wildcard

Silence alone the sound will fall
All alone as the shadows surround.
Darkness will rise to answer the call
Locked eternal on burning ground.

This is death this is the end
The time of the tempest of fire.
How dark and fierce the message I send
I am mail man the messenger I am the crier

White shall be red light will burn out,
And even the consuming flames will not shine.
Off in the distance the maker no doubt;
Prepares a home saying “these souls are mine.”

The serpent below may try to pull us down,
And though for some he may succeed;
The beast has no effect under the crown.
Then there will rise a new breed.

This breed shall have elevated existence,
Still only one to be higher then these.
They shall say “praise Him praise Him give Him a chance”
“Praise Him praise Him down on your knees.”

Topic(s) of this poem: apocalypse


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 10, 2015



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