I see a light shone blinded caressed the sky. Thousands have vanished and fear reigns supreme. Millions wander aimlessly, confusion coating the span of time.
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The Coming King By: Adam M. Snow
I see a light shone blinded caressed the sky. Thousands have vanished and fear reigns supreme. Millions wander aimlessly, confusion coating the span of time. Many lost hope to gain and only the sound of crying remains; these, the dying pains.
The truth shown in plain sight but many are frightened, refusing to believe. The Believers does not fight; the Lost does not grieve. Chaos corrupts the lives of many as greed fills the streets. Betrayal among family grows uncontrollably; shown the worldly feats
The Word left upon fire hung by a wire, in spite the devilish desire: To take that which doesn't belong. The Children's gone and vanished, banished from the minds before the trumpet sounded. Friends among friends, families among families gone in a blink of an eye.
Dread; it fills the hearts of many and some, hatred consume their essence. They live their ignorant lives, haplessly unaware that torment is yet to come. Almost here; havoc wake in the hearts hardened by numb.
The number upon the flesh, accept the fate or die. River of red pours out upon the streets; many are gone like thieves in the night. Many foreseen these Godly feats. Many still blinded by that Godly light. Many are weakened by this deadly plight.
Wars erupt between the Believers and not; Blood sheds more and more with every shot. Every passing day, we pray, and still the violence consumes. Who is there to save us from ourselves? Arose a light, blinded like the sun, The King has return! The Children has won! Bleed no longer; feed your anger no longer. We will be stronger forever longer.
A powerful poem. I like the description and the desire of this poem. I don't believe the end will be easy. Will be long and a lot of pain for the next generation. They will pay for our waste and destruction. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote
There is much passion poured into this piece and you speak many truths throughout this piece. You have done this with great skill and insight with a strong belief in God.
"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow
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