THE HOUR IS LATE
The earth is old
and the hour is late
Armageddon lay at the gate
The Prince of Darkness
the fallen one, makes his move
the earth to run
The beast emerging,
the Babylonian whore
the Common Market is at the door
The mark he gives, and all will take
except the believers
and those he hates
Tribulation to mankind,
sights unknown.
Signs in the heavens
and death unfolds
Clothed in lies, a peacemaker he portrays.
For three and a half years
things might look ok
Gods 2 prophets and the 144,000 Jews
do their best to point truth out to you
The martyrs’ blood flows ever deep
True to Christ
their faith they keep
BJ CUBER
Horn Screwed Up Haiku
So when you screwed up;
Cannot think of what to do;
Blame it on system.
This is what I am starting to believe.
That is what Trump, Bernie and
European Common Market (ECM)
are doing.
Jim Horn
PS. Category is farewell to ECM.
And I thought ECM was supposed
to be Electronic Counter Measures.
No more this verdant sight no more the sound
No more the heart of mist at nature’s dawn
No more victims of constant pressure found
No more the fool of man’s enactment borne.
To worship a foundation so ancient
The last bastion of one’s ancestor
Then one bears scars of prudence so poignant
When complied to appease the molester.
Our Fathers who wove within nature’s loom
So soon eras of memories destroyed
When at the mercy of Europe’s new broom
Leaving many dreams retrenched redeployed.
Hearts and minds linger still at Purple Haze
Ghostly cascades of falling tears amaze!
For all the farmers systematically force from their lands
in a orchestrated albeit subtle way
after the UK joined the European common market 1970's
A Poem about of one of those farms "Purple Haze"
© Harry J Horsman 2011
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