Jerusalem lies full of dying men and dead.
The battleground – awash in so much blood
it seems a lake of fire, a crimson flood –
reflects the flames and smoke which billow overhead!
This is the day to which our faith in God has led.
We make our final stand in scarlet mud
and pledge our lives upon this sacred blood
against the marshaled force of evil, dark and dread!
From all around the trumpets sound our end,
but falter in a sudden, dark-dispelling light
as roiling darkness flees the brilliant skies!
Messiah with his flaming sword descends
to fall upon the damned who scream their fright
as Earth dissolves and Hell receives their cries!




Unfortunately, I find the premise of the poem to wholly disagree with the Holy Spirit's interpretation of these end days; it rather being man's instead of God's. Nevertheless, that has nothing at all to do with great talent and you have it. 






this is a amazing depicting of the end of days. i just hope all my friends make the right choice first so we can all watch the fiery sword thing from heaven 

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