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THE CURSED DARKNESS
The day perish on which you were born
And the night in which it was announced,
A sinister dark child is conceived,
May light never, as usual, shine up in you,
The shadow of death claimed your soul,
Embolden and clothed thee with pain,
Cloud settled on it and becomes polluted,
The blackness of the day terrify thy territory
And thy birth rejoice not among the days of the year.
Our prayer that it come not into the number of the months
Did not eventually come to fruition.
The heavens willingly permitted thee though
But the earth groan and proclaim:
"Oh may thy womb be shut and thou be barren"
Because no joyful shout come into it.
Your morning stars are pitch-dark.
If men knew you would share a life with them,
They would have wished this world had rejected their entry,
For now they would be gracefully at peace
Like the dead who is completely at ease,
They would have been far asleep
With kings and heroes of the earth
Who built ruins for themselves
Or with Queens and Princes who had gold
And reign with Angels who will never be born
Or infants who never set sight on light.
But why can't you only associate with
Them that search for you more than rubies
And those who rejoice exceedingly at the graves clarion call
Instead of being an unwanted guest
To he who know not of thy gloomy coming;
The coming of death, the brother of darkness, the cousin of sleep.
The things a man greatly feared
Would 'prophetically' and definitely come upon him.
BEWARE.

REFERENCE: NKJV bible, Thomas Nelson (1978), copyright 1982, Job, pg 291.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2013.

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