Revelation

How many lives will it take,
to fill the void, never to awake;
in body of water, with hands of clay,
out of the furnace, state of decay,
the structure of bones, four pillars of man,
written in stone, high above the land,
stood temple of gold, through gates of ram,
beneath the sky, blood of the lamb,
over the mountains, on the strand,
out of the burrow,
chisel in sand.

Reviews

[cycy]

this is a really great piece of poetry and i love the way you phrased it. the words just flow and its really easy to read and very inspiring. i like the fact that its not too long too.

[Manche]

Thank you for comment, I really appreciate it.