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His Legions Now March

The day has arrived, his legions now march From Hades through the crevice to earth he'll leave parched Almighty flames will his soldiers follow Never caring who they engulf, no remorse for their sorrow Town after town, from city to city He'll carry Hell's torch, never to wallow in their pity And when the strong succumb to his wrath Followers of the white will in turn change their path No more will you see colourful pastels of hue Or even the skies and it's innocent blue The greened rich lands farmed for thousands of years Will die dry decrepit, no rain for it's tears Civilizations will be swallowed never to rise Even thunder will be silenced whilst the masses death cry The day has now passed the year twenty twelve It's time for the dark master to once again delve

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 9/5/2010 12:57:00 PM
Intriguing write you have here James.. Not one I'm suppose to read just before bedtime hehe Nightmare comes to mind.. Love it none the less :) Wilma
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Date: 9/5/2010 8:57:00 AM
I appreciate your write on His legions Now march, james
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Date: 9/5/2010 8:13:00 AM
Sounds like a scary day when the devil marches across the face of the earth, James. Good luck in the 2012 contest! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 9/5/2010 8:12:00 AM
Excellent poetry James!
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Date: 9/5/2010 8:00:00 AM
powerful poem, much enjoyed
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Date: 9/5/2010 7:20:00 AM
This poem is raw in its possible reality but gosh, is it well done, it almost made me cry for the loss of the pastel hues, the blue sky, the green lands, you have a gift, James, a gift for writing ... love Constance
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Date: 9/5/2010 6:56:00 AM
Excellent write abount the end of days, do not know about 2012 but the armies are at the gates and the final war waiting to be waged. Nice write.
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