Trumpet
Trumpet,
Sounds of judgement,
end has come to evil,
the beacon of hope for the saints,
The sun turns dark and the moon into blood.
While celestial bodies rejoice,
as time stops and air flows
through nozzle of
trumpet.
*Visual#2
Olusegun Arowolo ;DATE:9-5-2013
CONTEST:"JUST NINE LINES" sponsored by Nette Onclaud.
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