Trumpet & the Sickle

Trumpet & the Sickle The scrolls were opened Only the Lamb of God, worthy To open the scrolls of life, light The death Angel protecting the gates Only a locket filled with fine sachet Crossed upon my heart, forehead Saved by grace, to record the trumpet call This mortal body weakened By battles, constant battles Of Heaven against Hades Serving God’s glorious creations Humanity & Earth Granted the feather of Seraphim’s claws A diadem eye, greater in physics than Newton Conquering science, a mere woman Humbled and closed gates of Cherubim Protection granted In a chamber protected by black onyx Light, perfect light Clean, heat with glorious power A gift from God Hades sending every weapon To defeat me Fear filling every man Whom must now bow in humility Beg, you must beg to survive! Some knew no God Worshiping knowledge Having none They will be utterly confounded & beaten Fine perfume I made for the Lord Mixing death and life By directive having now the power Given as a gift from our Christ He our King given the only true Power and divine right To destroy humankind By his word in an instant To send volcanoes and earthquakes Mixing rare oils In fine scents poured upon humankind Giving warning To heal an earth Covered in wickedness With a mere machine I type The saving of earth from utter ruin Your message now given in A twinkle of the eye In a moment through his Handmaiden servant You are warned God saving only his creations Open the gates lest all perish! Shine the light of God Upon the earth Thrusting God’s great sickle Of divine right, providence Upon you all Lest none of you be saved! Pity upon you Whom think your righteous. Your trumpet is now called The sickle Cuts deep!