The end

The end

A Poem by T.H. Dalton

A wing to fly, a rocket to glide.
A ship to sail, a radar to tell.

An army to march to a country afar.
Blood will flow as the war will grow.

Through the air, across the water, over the land, they'll come.
In the shadows of the night, they'll fight. A general to lead, an army to feed.
Food will dry for an army to die.

A prayer to say, a man to slay. A beach to seek, a ship to sink. The ground will shake, a mountain to brake. Land will burn as the mountain is torn.

A bear will awaken, as the world is shaken. A lion will roar, the bear will declare.

Water will slow, a drought will grow. An army will die, a country will sigh.
A hurricane will brew, a cyclone will stew, a tornado will exist. A mist they will twist, in disbelieve they will leave.

Hocus-pocus they'll be locus to gain the focus.
By the land they will move through the sand.
The red sea, a navy there will be,
They can't defend, they will descend.

A trumpet will sound, a new army is found.
With an eye of flame, he came to proclaim.

On a throne he'll sit, and unto the hypocrite, they'll be a misfit.
Unto the sky they'll cry, why, and unto the underworld they'll die.
And the throne will be like a stone.
He will rule with no more ridicule.
And forever and ever he'll rule on that throne of stone.

© 2014 T.H. Dalton

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Added on March 18, 2014
Last Updated on March 18, 2014
Tags: the end, future, dalton, t.h. dalton, death, god