Woe Time Is Running Out
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12 The fourth angel blew his trumpet, and immediately a third of the sun was blighted and darkened, and a third of the moon and the stars so that the daylight was dimmed by a third, and the nighttime darkness deepened. 13 As I watched, I saw a solitary eagle flying through the heavens crying loudly, “Woe, woe, woe to the people of the earth because of the terrible things that will soon happen when the three remaining angels blow their trumpets. Revelations 8: 12-13
The hourglass becomes resplendently empty
As the sand flows through with their kempty
Grains, dry as a corn shuck, flow
Seemingly they know
Time's reduced
Woe!
Earth lost boost
It's feeling the throe
Of miseries which will show
Drawing to close times where there's plenty
The hourglass becomes resplendently empty
Made up form: Andaree
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2023
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