The Precipice Moment
In the sixth hour,
of the sixty-sixth day,
another doubter stood on the edge
of the dark abyss
Void chasm in the mind;
canyon to nowhere,
null directions written on a blank page
In the sixth hour,
of the sixty-sixth day,
a scoffer peered down into the darkness
And in that dire, precipice moment ...
a fateful decision had to be made
Babylonian in nature,
the implications were grave
Willingly eat the Nebuchadnezzar curse,
swallow the rage
Stoke the volatile belly of beastly hatred,
then sphincter lip open the cage
This skeleton key decision has you so afraid
Explosive emotions ... violently untamed
Wrecking havoc,
innocent blood will have the soul stained
Every precipice moment begins and ends
In the sixth hour,
of the sixty-sixth day
Pridefully stand tall, and
fall asunder or bend to pray ...
the choice is yours
Fear the scarlet marked nay,
should you choose to temptingly fall that way
In the sixth hour
of the sixty-sixth day ...
The birth of reprobate iniquity
died in a stillborn womb,
where mercy was taken away
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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