A Heavy Hand
As the fog settles in the vale
thick, heavy white as snow
Like a blanket resting in place
But mad Mockingbirds row
Barnyard Swallows check out realestate
As tender oak leaves shine
The dampness penetrates
Fog coats thoughts and all that's mine
Confusion rides upon the air
That stillness conveys fear
What is coming in the quiet
Is a violent storm near?
A heavy hand seems to pressure
Weighs down my peace of mind
There's a sun hidden behind clouds
Feelings there undefined
Maybe the sense that there'll be many
Left behind, soon saved gone
Satan will come in His full power
Terror will start to dawn
Earth has seen nothing so severe
Three and one-half years pass
Then horror will reign here even
Earth will bear many carcass
unfinished
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