Spiritus Mundi
the worldly ages will come to and end not as mundane as a monday begins moon bloody blackened before the terrible day her sins have reached the heavens she wil not stay sages have warned old and new prepare to meet your maker be not collectively unconscious first comes the bone breaker the prince of this zeigeist who spirits away alas many a stray away from truth who is able to make war with him they say after he has tortured his own night and day blaming man and the true God he ascends with no light flaming shadowy wings a mouth of a lion and bloody iron teeth he will soon find the One who can make war for from the sheath bathes His sharpest two edged sword in blood of the dragons seed as little lizards scurry to a rocky cave hiding from a face now believed to late to repent for their grace on another lover they had spent The Word will be known the Lamb has come King of kings the God sent -NOTE -- Based on the word (SPIRITUS MUNDI), “The Second Coming,” William Butler Yeats and most of all the Revelation of Jesus Christ.
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
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