A Poem by Darkyshadow

Avenge those who murdered us.
We cried, then there was a great earthquake.
The sun turned black as sackcloth
And the moon as blood.
No more hunger, no more thirst
Neither the sun lights on us, nor any heat.
There was hail and fire mingled with blood.
The first angel blew his trumpet,
The mountain burned after the second
And the third note, fell a star from heavens.
The third part of the sun was smitten.
The endless music dug a bottomless pit.
We would seek death but death shall flee.
Until the four angels were loosed
To slay the third part of men.
Feared from the venom of serpents,
Six hundred three score and six,
Number of beast.
That whoever received deserve not the paradise.
So repent as you proceed
Because He will come
On thee as a thief.

© 2017 Darkyshadow

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Added on October 12, 2017
Last Updated on October 12, 2017



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