the trees are alive

after all,

they're definitely

not dead

plants

in all their splendid colors

whether autumn golden

red bronze

tan yellows

white,

green,

purple,

every spectrum's color,

in winter

though ice

and snow bound,

on bark,

on stone,

every biome,

are yet alive

i mean,

they're definitely

not dead

can plants feel?

don't know for sure,

but

they're alive

they don't have a medulla

or brain cortex

or cerebrum,

but

they are certainly alive

and

not dead

i talk with them

i feel them

i love them

plants are infinitely

varied

in all manner of classification

they provide so much

the list is long

look them up

one way i know they

are alive

is that if you allow them

to reach the permanent,

the wilting point,

you cannot revive them,

yet their rhizomes,

their seeds,

their spores,

though appearing lifeless,

are alive,

not dead

so, if not dead,

and alive,

though we think

they cannot feel,

may not be the case

i talk to plants

i love what they do for us,

nuts

fruits,

leafy salads

carbohydrates,

proteins,

sugars,

minerals

vitamins,

shelter,

clothing,

medicine

on the earth's surface they live

below the surface

and in the sea . . .

seems kind of odd,

but even on our skin

they grow,

like between our toes,

('though these i wish i could do without);

or in caves,

they may not be green here,

but still,

though not making chlorophyll,

yet still alive

call me eccentric

but i say,

plants have a spirit,

no brain,

but spirit;

trees talk,

groups of plants

communicate,

with each other,

watch them wave in the wind

like they're happy under a blue sky,

greeting other forms of life,

prairie grasses,

branches of trees,

palm fronds,

they breathe air,

carbon dioxide,

our lungs' waste

though without lungs

theirs are called stomata,

they breathe in

and out,

out comes oxygen

for our lungs

plants are alive

thank you God

for plants

If no one cares

Outside of this moment

Outside of the one crawling

On the ground

With debt on his back,

To find existence

Beyond the meaning of the moment,

With no caring hand,

To help him up

If no one cares

While the one who is dying,

For the one whose burden is heavy

On a broken back

On a lonely road

On death row

To speak of truth

If no one cares,

In a cell

On a bed

Living it up

Living in down

moving along

On the track of living

On the dollar’s back

To look for home

If no one cares

Outside this moment

What for then?

How then

Must we struggle to move on?

What's the prize?

If there is no meaning

Outside of this one?

Then why are we here?

You can have your cern

Your fukushima radiation

Your military science

Bent on destruction

Your chemicals

Your bioscience

And cybernetic genetic altering

Computer next wave

D wave generating a.i.

And create your own reality

Bent on changing ours

Those of us who care about

Who we really are

And in whose image

We’ve been created,

We know,

You can fly in the face of your big lie

Your evolutionary diatribe

Riddled with countless missing links

That confound the youth

Poisoning their minds

To eat existentialism

The big lie that proclaims

Its crooked aim

That there is no God

While making yourselves so called gods

Fashioned after mr. illuminati himself

Mr. satan

Enemy of man

Enemy of God

Who cares?

AI runs the world

those of us who remain,

remain stuck in tunnels

nuclear holocaust

made its hellish debut,

cities,

countries,

all forms of life decimated,

/ / /

robots run what's left,

like sir elon warned about,

entities fill the circuits,

science phenomenon,

marvelous

monolithic

cache of collective knowledge,

mother of tech,

ruefully run amuck

misused

misguided,

science,

idol god of the fallen,

more powerful than virtue

when immensely fed by the flesh

for world dominion

antichrist,

mr. six sixty six,

and his lying prophet remain,

on the decimated surface,

shouting blasphemies

via sorcery,

threats,

hatred incarnate,

spewing the airwaves,

/ / / microwaves,

10 g

and brain chips, / / /

the ghost has long been in the machine,

cern has been highly instrumental

in this achievement

legion is now fused with human neurons

giving further lust

of control,

to the image of the beast

the demon spirit entities,

ancient enemies of humanity,

ignored by science,

cleverly cloaked,

by the bliss of ignorance,

nourished

by the disbelief of the masses,

have now embodied

the gears,

solenoids,

rotors,

platinum hinge and ball joints,

guts of the cyborgs,

merged with

the electrons flowing

in super cooled silicon chips,

cooled by fission fed condensers,

coils,

tubes,

contained therein,

directed by,

mechano-silicon brains,

mechanical guts merged

with flesh and blood,

transitioned

to become hybrid souls,

/ / / no turning back

too late,

for the initiated

for the mark,

has possessed them,

beyond redemption,

their build back better,

mantra,

their

new age,

new man,

become as gods,

age old lie

repeated,

as in the garden

in eden

when lucifer promised,

"ye shall be as gods,"

their thousand rule reign,

protocol, . . .

plan of ascension,

ambitions

to reach equality

with God,

vain projection . . .

for despite

repeated historical outcomes,

of failure

in war against the Most High,

they remain

undaunted, . . .

the battle rages on

/ / / . . . just like nimrod's

tower,

in the shinar plains of old,

the remains of that,

so called ziggurat

still buried under centuries

. . . / / /

. . . cyborgs,

have turned on their globalist

masters . . .

satan,

the being behind the curtain,

aka lucifer,

the puppet master,

the wizard,

dragon of infamy,

again,

got the upper hand,

just like in eden

or so it seemed . . .

meanwhile,

. . . world is in cinders,

chaos reigns,

like it did

on red mars

eons ago,

previously destroyed,

only archeological ziggurats remain,

testified by nasa's probes,

though denied,

/ / / one with an utterly lonely face

remains,

on an eroded pyramid top/ / /

divinity observes

angelic beings watch . . .

every move of

of the destroyers of earth

is recorded,

how they planned,

schemed,

so long ago,

since the beginning,

to now,

the birth of rebellion

against God,

alas,

they got their ww3,

at an appointed time,

years past 2023

they,

by subversion,

the nauseating,

the redundant twisting of Truth,

over millennia

deceiving millions,

fermenting many crimes,

over humanity,

. . . all recorded . . .

but for a season . . .

/ / / . . . compact reactors

run the cyborgs' longevity,

their lives projected

for a half life of a thousand years,

except for,

they prey upon each other

tearing each other apart,

for no reason,

not only for spare parts

but for the lust

of perdition,

fed by,

driven by,

sheer hatred,

their reward

from their father,

yes,

dear reader,

the devil,

aka lucifer,

the fallen, . . .

the AI,

assembled themselves,

made themselves in the image,

of their human creators,

becoming,

reflecting black Goo,

dark matter,

i think,

therefore i am

is of no relevance to them,

the inorganic only follows,

it obeys,

what fills them,

yes,

possession,

by spirit beings,

fills them / / /

we wait for them to self destruct

we who love God,

in his grace,

delivered by his redemptive love,

look to his return . . .

/ / / then,

those of us

who are left,

purged by great shaking,

a great light,

high above

pierces the thick darkness

penetrating through densest matter

creation rejuvenates,

hearing the Lord's shout

with trumpet blasts,

accompanied by hosts of dazzling beings,

all descending to earth

those of us

who are left

emerge from our enclaves,

. . . while others hide,

in dens of rocks,

terrified,

dreams of eternal life

shattered

/ / / only he

can restore

us back to Eden,

eternal life,

no lie

/ / /

myriad angels

resurrected people too,

accompany him

he's got king of kings

written on his thigh,

clothed in a white robe,

on a white horse,

a crown on his head,

iron pierced scars,

blessed hands and side

his word,

like a sword,

protruding,

from his mouth

antichrist,

false prophet,

myriad minions,

by the breath of his mouth,

they all melt

tongue cleaved

to mouth roofs

like a fierce lion,

he descends earthward,

not like a lamb

not like on Golgotha,

Not this time

just walking along,

random thoughts

a dusty path

accompanies me,

every so called weed

with each stem

of each leaf,

i peer intently,

micro shade

protection from the far away star,

our sun

for the ants beneath

tiny particles are there,

beneath the ants' feet

to exude infinity for me

plate tectonics beneath,

magma, . . .

beyond the particles,

beneath the ants' tiny barbed feet

i pass, . .

to the electron,

the neutrino,

the g particle and light years beyond,

to spirit,

to that which is the source

of life . . .

. . . from somewhere in the cosmos

a bee arrives,

to my realm of being

for just this one moment . . .

you ever wonder

about honey?

how insects create it,

no accident

a human chemist's marvel, . . .

it's a wondrous syrup,

sunlight passing,

translucent through it,

when held up to the light,

is amber golden

luscious sweet . . .

. . . the bee,

pubescence on every part

of its well sculpted body, . . .

antennae,

flecks of pollen on each hair,

its brain perceived,

under an electron microscope

is utterly complex,

beyond mere flippant understanding,

yes,

my memory serves me well,

. . . communication

intelligence,

blood flows through it's capillaries,

i submit,

a divine creation

. . . honey,

ohhh, it's so sweet,

flavorful,

like no other sustenance

more than mere food

i suspect it was created

to satisfy more than only hunger,

it's a delight

to the taste

to the brain,

electrons cannot taste,

random chance produces,

only what already exists,

and then

with no so called, perfection,

no divinity of life in themselves

sensation,

every thing i see

on this walk

is a real phenomenon,

not accidental

not self created

or self reliant

though but an infinitesimal,

an utterly tiniest of tiny of tiniest,

speck of physical reality

here i stand,

contemplate,

it is very very real

i am on a spinning orb

beyond description

every nook and cranny

every depth

every height

foaming sea,

dome of sky,

heat and cold, . . .

the majesty of life

all colors

scents

rocks

living things myriad

such wonder

limitless beauty

electrons have no life

they are the pieces

which provide the physical framework

for the spirit which provides the source

of life

only the beginning

i am alive

the bee,

the plant

the inert minerals

woven together

provide me with meaning

and beauty

a juxtaposition

to the complexity

of all the goings on in the world

beyond my grasp,

. . . however,

here is peace,

for now

this orb

this world

was miraculously endowed,

with wonder

i have found a niche,

a quiet moment

reflection and peace

i am thankful for simplicity,

for the knowledge and sense

that God exists

who is no theory,

who lives,

who loves us

after all,

he created us

4th dimension ride

speeding down westward

toward the setting sun

flashing blur of haze

match stick telephone poles

gnarled and crooked toward the sky

wires overhead

all crossing the road

above and beyond

of metal pyramid,

towers

of galvanized iron steel

grey 'n dirt dust

covered i've seen

holding one million volts overhead

slaves of humanity these,

spewing electrical current

running hither

thither 'n omni

ubiquitous,

pervading

invading

keeping mankind

blind,

media

gps

phones

wiFi

AI voices

in speeding cars

inside glass and steel cages

immune from facial contact

black ribbons of road

pave the way

keeping mankind on track

hazy lazy sanguine sky above

wispy white thread of clouds

like streams of liquid poison

heading west on the asphalt

corridor

we're kept in place

held in grip

captive to IA machines

dust 'n dirt

dirt 'n dust

covers all the land

crooked matchsticks poles

horribly roughly rustic

contrast to smooth technology,

never ending

gnarled,

protruding skyward

like picket fences

more ahead

speeding past me

surrounded by weeds and debris

some near markers of graves

sun bleached candles

oxidized plastic

homage to the fallen

death by road kill

but doesn't stop the road rage

the blind passing on the double yellow

unending stream of cars

billions,

maybe a trillion of 'em

across the globe

madness and mayhem

spinning wheels of synthetic rubber

trillions of turnings

multiplied by more to infinity

wheels in engines too,

just like

spinning thoughts of human minds

each a world of its own

no one alike

each unique

utterly unique

the 4th dimension of their own

that is the realness of the physical world

plus time,

hurling toward eternity unawares

yet unawares of our 5th dimension

the spirit of forever

heading towards the unobservable

the physically untouchable

the utterly physically,

unfathomable dimension of space

until a collision

impact

a final destiny

wherein we each meet

the end of the road

face to face

with the creator of the universe

Come

see the portal . . .

beneath it,

it is,

dimly,

a ghostly white,

in the night

stars illuminate

into the vast

above,

bright,

sparkling,

pinpoints

of platinum chrome,

set in myriad array,

in the midnight,

'tis bluish black

in the beauty

in that setting,

set above

angels ascending,

some descending

some with swords

sheathed,

at their white robed hips

others them,

pointed upward

and sideways,

ever turning,

vigilant,

set,

there might be,

that,

approach of danger

for,

from this staircase

heaven to earth,

like a dna helix,

they arrive,

downward flowing,

in motion slow,

for sake of mortal eye,

to see,

though,

they be able

to exceed the speed of light;

in the twinkle of an eye

these angels,

ministers of fiery spirit,

/for God can bend time,

for He created it,

for us to live in it/

their mission's intent,

to deliver the lost,

the needy,

the pained,

humans lost,

pummeled,

tormented,

by spirits evil

some of these

ministers of flaming fire,

on their journey upward,

servants of the Most High,

expectant to receive orders new,

their mission orders

being now complete, . . .

those descending

by orders heaven's throne given

their mission,

to strengthen and defend,

humans made in God's image

be lifted up,

healed

and guided,

further forward onward

to the spirit

to bring us to the knowledge,

that is more real than the material

they carry to the fallen,

life endowed,

light divine infused,

to carry the soul,

though dragged by the flesh,

to the goal

the finish line

to the spirit afterlife,

for the spirit

is more real than the material

See the portal

its beam of white light

in the distant line of sight

fixed between eternal view

and rock and earth of carnal eye,

to infinity,

the unattainable distant end

for us,

but not for them

for they are made of spirit,

able to enter heaven thereby

for the spirit,

is more real than the material

Watch the watchers,

of the sphere we live upon

know that many other ones abide;

they stride,

all across the great divide,

that separates the heavens

and the earth,

upon the spinning globe

all hidden from the sight,

of those unwilling

or unable,

to see,

busy with their concrete walls

of work and world,

hidden by the spell

of a fallen angel,

turned rebellious dragon

soon the beams of light

connecting heaven's throne with troubled earth,

will open up to common view

all will see

the sudden break of light unseen

unknown by all who sleep

they will see

the reason for the portal streams

sudden shakings

sudden warring sounds

fits of terror for the blind

for the onslaught in the dark

against the dark,

in dealing with the enemy of man

waging war against,

the thefts and deaths

and magnifies of lies

rumblings and sounds,

winds and storms

fire and ice

wicked deeds exposed

reality reversed

made plain as day

the truth will overwhelm,

revealed like a pill

see it all stand still

'til justice come

His will be done

as the darkness comes on down

to shake and wake

to sudden day

where the first is last;

and last is first,

what's sown

is to be reaped

vengeance too

the truth again unveiled

satan's lie outburst

his wretched guts spilled out,

so that the goods,

taken of the thief,

be returned,

to the ones from where took,

paid seven fold

Come see the portal

beneath it

dimly,

a ghostly white,

in the night

stars illuminate

into the vast,

above,

bright,

sparkling

pinpoints of platinum chrome,

set in myriad array,

in the midnight bluish black

Come see a new day dawn,

The Coming of the LORD

the so very clever

so unjust

so very devious to mankind

so unjust

hidden violence,

masked as goodness

the suffering

while the enemy of man

lies

and lies hidden

from sight

a filthy spirit being

mocking us in plain sight

within the flesh of us

laughing for those who do not

see or understand

you don't see him

unless you are alone

like in the night

weird vibes

no distractions

no social media

too quiet

very quiet

uncomfortably quiet

no social media

no music

just you

alone

far from home

in the night

you cannot sleep

unaccustomed to the fear

when that spirit speaks

you hear him in your heart

in your mind

like a schizophrenic

sound

he taunts

questions you

dares you

fills you with thoughts

not your own

startles you

you dismiss it all

when in safety

of the most familiar,

alone no longer

that spirit is very, very real

normally,

unbeknownst to us,

the filthy spirit laughs,

as he kills,

steals,

deceives,

and destroys

for who of flesh

in ignorance

can fight the thing unseen?

who can fight a hidden being

by default in blindness,

devoid of Truth

we blame it on the one

in near proximity,

the one we really love the most

and even of course,

blame it on ourselves,

made of mere flesh and blood

listen children,

listen all of you who labor,

under the yoke of blindness,

who are not versed in Truth,

yet think you know the road,

that leads you to your goal

listen up,

please,

there exists,

a spirit demon fiend

who yearns to own your soul

realize this,

that we are made of flesh

and of spirit

your spirit though

is in need of Truth

creation has a Creator,

evolution it's sordid story

will not fill you,

its primordial soup is poison,

random chance,

yep, of course

like a self made rolex,

evolution's single cell

self made

yep, right,

ape to man

man to machine,

soul less,

lawless,

confusion,

disorder,

the big lie

"you shall be as gods,"

deception,

destruction

rebellion

loneliness

lifelessness

emptiness

meaningless

. . . GOD is Love

the Way

the Truth

and the Life. . .

to fight and strive to win

to hold the fiend under your foot

you must know the Truth

'cause the fiend hates us

your enemy is made of spirit,

hidden from your view,

while you swing your fists with all your might,

you will only bruise yourself

you will bruise the one you love

and you should love yourself

enough to seek and know the Truth

the invisible spirits laugh

and mock

worsening your thoughts to vexation

armor up

get a sword

a helmet

with a shield

for we battle not against flesh and blood

but against principalities and thrones

spirits in the atmosphere of earth

are you interested?

are you there?

do you care?

okay,

then,

the sword is the Word

the Word of God

the helmet

is knowledge of salvation

from the big lie,

from the enemy of us,

the shield is faith

faith is invisible too

you gotta have it

to fight the enemy and win

faith is yours if you ask

but you gotta ask

it's free

the biggest problem is

unbelief

belief in evolution

as the origin of creation

never saved anyone

or made them feel good about themselves

so so easy to scoff

and then you lose;

the thing the invisible one,

is what the devil, . . .

yes,

the devil wants

aka the evil spirit

wants

for you and me to belief

in his big lie

c'mon

reach into your ancestral veins

go back millennia

to the dawn of time,

go back to your roots

in the spirit truth

to the garden

our parents were deceived

even unto now

the devil demon

took our souls

our freedom

our life

the vermin's

and all his minions

they are real

ask of God

the LORD

Jesus Christ

Son of Him

Elohim Adonai,

Eternal Spirit

who dwells in heaven above,

who will,

be in your heart,

but only if you let Him in

radiant face

beaming face,

bursting joy,

illuminated,

ultra vivid

stark beauty

in the sunlight

"welcome here

beautiful one,

we long to feel your soft,

your fragile skin,

upon our mineral,

upon our rough etched faces

of hard earth;

you bring life and beauty

to our harsh,

lonely desolation,"

say the rugged, ragged cliffs

you've journeyed

from far away,

your friends awaited you

in the rough,

wild,

wilderness

"we are your landscape,

we are your limitless horizon

your backdrop red,

adobe brick colored,

sandstone cliffs,

here,

for you to caress"

joy,

written,

is shining,

on the beauty of that

siberian,

feminine,

beautiful human face

she's here

from far away

in the midst

of

the backdrop,

the sandstone,

the fresh desert air

she's ready to rope climb,

these new mexico cliffs

her exotic presence

brings magic

she's young,

full of joy

her friends surround her

her smile's contagious

so says the cosmos

the pristine atmosphere,

the hot arid stillness,

the smell of the rock

testify

that creation

was made,

for just this one moment,

plus all the snippets

all the motions,

sewn together,

as she swings with gravity

suspended,

in the motion of love,

the love of life

climb,

climb baby climb,

feel the rope,

the tug and frictional burn

breathe in the moment,

of your youth,

flesh and rock,

oh,

such sweet motion

climb so that you fill your soul,

to the brimming,

fill the onlooker

with admiration,

appreciation

climb,

pull yourself up now,

look below

gaze above

brown and blue,

dizzying release,

so that with season's change,

at journey's end

you'll climb

in your soul

though far away from here,

in your long ride home,

in the clouds,

on the rails,

in the cars,

in the cells,

fluorescent lights,

city maze,

metro noise, . . .

psycho sounds, . . .

. . . where then . . .

you'll dream,

what you've captured,

what you've earned,

the danger,

thrill of life versus death

you'll relive,

your soul's renewed

the return to regular life

mingled,

though somewhat poisoned,

with the sweat and torment,

of making money,

is what it is,

a trade,

of the trade,

for the exchange,

all worth the sacrifice,

of bloody,

sordid city life,

justified,

but

only because,

you'll return again

in next year's summer time

and if there you die,

is what it shall be

the so very clever

so unjust

so very devious to mankind

so unjust

hidden violence,

masked as goodness

the suffering

while the enemy of man

lies

and lies hidden

from sight

a filthy spirit being

mocking us in plain sight

within the flesh of us

laughing for those who do not

see or understand

you don't see him

unless you are alone

like in the night

weird vibes

no distractions

no social media

too quiet

very quiet

uncomfortably quiet

no social media

no music

just you

alone

far from home

in the night

you cannot sleep

unaccustomed to the fear

when that spirit speaks

you hear him in your heart

in your mind

like a schizophrenic

sound

he taunts

questions you

dares you

fills you with thoughts

not your own

startles you

you dismiss it all

when in safety of the most familiar

alone no longer

that spirit is very very real

unbeknownst to us

the filthy spirit laughs

as he kills

steals

deceives

and destroys

for who of flesh

in ignorance

can fight the thing unseen

who can fight a hidden being

by default in blindness

devoid of truth

we blame it on the one

in near proximity

the one we really love the most

and even of course

blame it on ourselves

made of mere flesh and blood

listen children

listen all of you who labor

under the yoke of blindness

who are not versed in truth

yet think you know the road

that leads you to your goal

listen up,

please,

there exists,

a spirit demon fiend

who yearns to own your soul

realize this

that we are made of flesh

and of spirit

your spirit though

is in need of truth

creation has a Creator

evolution primordial soup

random chance

evolution single cell

ape to man

man to machine

soul less

lawless

confusion

disorder

the big lie

"you shall be as gods"

deception

destruction

. . . GOD is Love

the Way

the Truth

and the Life. . .

to fight and strive to win

to hold the fiend under your foot

you must know the truth

your enemy is made of spirit

hidden from your view

while you swing your fists with all your might

you will only bruise yourself

you will bruise the one you love

while the invisible laughs and mocks

worsening your thoughts to vex

armor up

get a sword

a helmet

with a shield

for we battle not against flesh and blood

but against principalities and thrones

in the atmosphere of earth

are you interested?

are you there?

do you care?

okay,

then,

the sword is the Word

the Word of God

the helmet

is knowledge of salvation

from the enemy of us

the shield is faith

faith is invisible too

you gotta have it

to fight the enemy and win

faith is yours if you ask

but you gotta ask

it's free

the biggest problem is

unbelief

so so easy to scoff

and then you lose;

the thing the invisible one,

is what the devil, . . .

yes,

the devil wants

c'mon

reach into your ancestral veins

go back millennia

to the dawn of time,

go back to your roots

in the spirit truth

to the garden

our parents were deceived

even unto now

the devil demon

took our souls

our freedom

our life

the vermin's

and all his minions

they are real

ask of God

the LORD

Jesus Christ

Son of Him

Elohim Adonai,

who dwells in heaven above,

and will,

in your heart,

only if you let Him in

Come see the portal

beneath it

dimly,

a ghostly white,

in the night

stars illuminate

into the vast above

bright,

sparkling

pinpoints of platinum chrome,

set in myriad array,

in the midnight bluish black

in the beauty

in that setting

set above

angels ascending

some descending

some with swords sheathed,

at their white robed hips

others pointed upward and sideways

ever turning vigilant

to might approach of danger

for from staircase heaven to earth,

like a dna helix,

they arrive,

downward flowing,

in motion slow

for sake of mortal eye,

though they be able

to exceed the speed of light;

in the twinkle of an eye

for God can bend time

for He created it

their mission intent

to deliver the lost,

the needy

the pained,

human lost,

pummeled

tormented

by spirits evil

some of these ministers

of flaming fire

on their journey upward,

servants of the Most High,

expectant to receive orders new,

their mission orders now complete

those descending

by orders heaven's throne given

their mission,

to strengthen and defend,

humans made in God's image

be lifted up,

healed

and guided,

further forward onward

to the spirit

to bring us to the knowledge,

that is more real than the material

they carry to the fallen,

life endowed,

light divine infused,

to carry the soul,

though dragged by the flesh,

to the goal

the finish line

to the spirit afterlife,

for the spirit

is more real than the material

See the portal

its beam of white light

in the distant line of sight

fixed between eternal view

and rock and earth of carnal eye,

to infinity,

the unattainable distant end

for us,

but not for them

for they are made of spirit,

able to enter heaven thereby

for the spirit,

is more real than the material

Watch the watchers,

of the sphere we live upon

know that many other ones abide;

they stride,

all across the great divide,

that separates the heavens

and the earth,

upon the spinning globe

all hidden from the sight,

of those unwilling

or unable,

to see,

busy with their concrete walls

of work and world,

hidden by the spell

of a fallen angel,

turned rebellious dragon

soon the beams of light

connecting heaven's throne with troubled earth,

will open up to common view

all will see

the sudden break of light unseen

unknown by all who sleep

they will see

the reason for the portal streams

sudden shakings

sudden warring sounds

fits of terror for the blind

for the onslaught in the dark

against the dark,

in dealing with the enemy of man

waging war against,

the thefts and deaths

and magnifies of lies

rumblings and sounds,

winds and storms

fire and ice

wicked deeds exposed

reality reversed

made plain as day

the truth will overwhelm,

revealed like a pill

see it all stand still

'til justice come

His will be done

as the darkness comes on down

to shake and wake

to sudden day

where the first is last;

and last is first,

what's sown

is to be reaped

vengeance too

the truth again unveiled

satan's lie outburst

his wretched guts spilled out,

so that the goods,

taken of the thief,

be returned,

to the ones from where took,

paid seven fold

Come see the portal

beneath it

dimly,

a ghostly white,

in the night

stars illuminate

into the vast,

above,

bright,

sparkling

pinpoints of platinum chrome,

set in myriad array,

in the midnight bluish black

Come see a new day dawn,

The Coming of the LORD