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The Mask of Fate
The Mask of Fate (This poem deals with the Corona Virus. It is very intense.) My kid's school called. The college. They said that there had been... a national concern; regarding the Sun. No... That was not it. The man said "Corona". That means crown. Only the darkness would wear, an ugly thing made of small bones; the remains of children unwanted, and decorated with... the teeth of the aged. But Hilter skinned his victims. They were used to decorate his home. He preached from the throne of hell. Assembled at the very base, of his rule, to shout his cause, only an echo of the real war, still raging all around. The efforts of minor minions... to disperse the truth, the holocaust and all its cost to the Jews, and the souls of all men, that still walk the earth then and since. A dozen tyrants rising and falling, like the sands and dunes in the desert. Believing themselves more worthy, of life and living than the next man. (or woman) An evil chant, "children have no worth" "Old man, give me your money." What value is anything? A covenant of good... or evil?" Countries killing the voice of their people, slitting their throats with restrictions, against the liberties of peace, and freedoms to worship God, the Father. His mighty Son. and... the Spirit that lives and is real! The skeleton has climbed, into the saddle of his steed. He has lit his sword on fire, with the oil taken, gleaned from the glow of lies. Deceit his favorite game, his mounts name... Superstitious! But no one will care, they will watch closely as the media, paints the pictures in bright colors, that they want the world to see. The woman in red is in plain sight, and she is not running at all, but ready to fight. She has no weapon... She has been disarmed. But they do not understand, improvising makes her... more dangerous. Hail, the ugly man without a face, he has no skin... and only bones. Hail, though he rides, he does not walk... spitting into the waters of the well, the place all souls drift downward. Soon even they will see the bottom, and their hopes will wilt away, like brittle leaves, at the end of every season. Only this one, will be the last. Locked in boxes stacked like blocks, in a giant children's playhouse. The very air, drifting in and out of the buildings, inviting death not only to one, but whole families by association. It spreads. He rides. The 4th Horseman And the Grave was closely following him. And authority was given them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with a long sword and with food shortage and with deadly plague and by the wild beasts of the earth.” —Revelation 6:8. The fourth rider represents death due to plague and other causes.
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