A new World will follow in the last day one that will reign in peace.
Thank you for reading my peers and commenting this set of three parts I felt needed to be
posted all in order.
The riders of the Apostolic reign
await the broken seals.
Judgments now poured out
Upon those generations present
in the earth.
He will come the one with white hair
of wool and eyes of blazing fire.
The rider upon the white horse
With a sword of judgment for the
armies of the world.
Man shall not be ready,
Shall not have heed to those
Apostil instructions given
for thousands of years.
Mankind did not see, for their eyes were shut;
they did not hear because they were deaf.
They were Zombies with mindless form,
hollow sunken eyes and speechless,
marching into the lakes of fires.
In the end the white horseman and his
throng of angelic hosts and saints remained.
New Jerusalem dropped down from heaven above.
A new world would reign in peace.
Categories:
apostil, peace, people, visionary, war,
Form: Prose Poetry