Diary of a Loner

January 2050 In a dream with my pen and muse I heard the sound of the trumpet Boomed like a rumbling of thunder Then the earth parted ways without A tracing paths or footsteps in common The heaven came knocking down all; Every humans, animals and the cloud. There was commotion among the people: "Where is my children? You get out! My wrapper is no more knot on my waist" "We are doomed forever in this part" "Where is my house and money? Bring them" The voices sounded terrifying my heart. Then I saw the beast emerged from the flame, His seven heads and uncountable eyes were Horrorable to behold by the people's guts. He stood at the wide gate forcefully grabbing all Till I woke to see the beginning of February 2050 In a harsh undiluted agony seeking more humans To devour. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016