Prophecy

Reach down to me, I plea for help
   A battle goes on between my soul and my heart
I cannot pick a side, for at my option death will be there waiting to lay her bones upon my flesh

I can hear it all
   Broken hopes and dreams cry horribly
Shattered promises clash like Roman spears

I hurt with great pain and anguish
   Blood-shot eyes, and I see nothing my way
Is this war to prolong and forever stay

I feel I am being followed by her game
   She whispers in broken phrases
Unable to understand I break in two

A curse plays hide and seek with me
   I fear its going to win
What will then become of I 

Am I to lay with the underworld
   For the battle that dwells in me, an audience pays ears
The one whom knows it all, about suffering and dying

Fear the night
   The moon shall turn to blood
The sun shall be a dwarf, its light will be no more

The battle will cease
   I will loose
But again I will walk to be judged

I will rise when He calls my name
   I will praise
Will I live again

Seek His heart, let Him cease your battle
   Only He can make you whole
For my God is love

Amen.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Wood Avatar
June 3, 2009 at 1:09 PM
Ever heard of the National Day of writing? I think you should submit a piece of your poetry. Just a suggestion. Thanks.
Cantu Avatar
June 1, 2009 at 1:14 PM
That was mystic, so gothic in some way, dark and yet with a fat beam of light; thanks for the experience =D great poetry always!
Chircop Avatar
May 30, 2009 at 5:24 AM
im reaching down for you to lift you up cos you re my little brother and i cant see someone as good as you get hurt, little one hope you are ok,God is your love,amen to that,and in him you shall revive as whole,in battles you ll be the knight winning them all with God by your side--heartfelt,sad but yet the end reflects hope--light--charma
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May 30, 2009 at 1:27 AM
Jeremiah, This is a lovely description of the inner struggle between one's own will and Heavenly Father's will. Just the process of strugling makes us stronger. I love the end where you give your testimony of God's forgiveness through Jesus Christ, His only begotten son. God bless you. Lovingly, Dane
Poe Avatar
May 29, 2009 at 4:42 PM
Everything is going to be ok my love. I promise...I am here to stay by your side. -Always your Alley
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