My Revelation
The Kings of the earth and great men
for survival how to begin
And the rich men, and Chief Captains
privileged and possessions, men of passion
Mighty men, Bondmen, freemen too
hiding for fate and futures through
For behold the days are coming
what can be more foreboding
In which they shall say
how could it end in such a way
Blessed are the barren
those who could be caring
And to the wombs that never bare
those never given the responsibility to care
And paps that never gave suck
that part that feeds those who trust
Then shall they begin to say
why does it end this way
And to the mountains, fall on us
Hide us from the nuclear thrust
And to the hills. Cover us.
give us shelter from deaths touch
This may comes as a surprise to some.
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2025
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