Prophecy
And it shall come to pass--
A dominance of mighty arms
will
Throw destructive stones at
the
Sufferers that rebel.
Knees will plant in the earth
And pleas for mercy will be
On many tongues.
In the falling rain of brim
stones
The mother land will weep
For innocent is in the
Blood of the lying bodies,
For innocent are the hands
That wrote their Solidarity
On plaque-cards and took
To the Street.
In the rain of piercing
ammunitions
She will weep a level of tears
That can extinguish the Sun
Or defrost the moon that
frozen
Upon the wall of the sky.
In the rain of falling tears and
Oozing blood
She will weep when she
behold her
Sheep been persecuted by
their
Shepherd because they
refused
To continue eat the grass of
Oppression.
Guns out this morning Babylon
coming again.
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