Short End Times Poems
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Time in Heaven has no measure,
Nor does man's earthly treasure;
So, give both freely away
And prepare for Judgement Day.
all day long the heads
talk of doom and disaster
warning us to stay calm
the end of days is nigh
an old poet finds a word
A time when signs increase
Some are brought level
Poison flows from Fukushima
Ecology and diversity drop
Comets show their aspects
Time to realise, determine
See the changing seasons
The day that Armageddon came,
he thought the entire thing was kind of lame.
Nothing but the noise and smoke of a fiery battle,
and people, left and right, bloodily slaughtered like cattle ~
not much different really from any other mediocre computerized game.
Paranoia about the end times
how can we survive Armageddon
as if you could shield
from whats coming
who knows if
who knows when
who knows
will the doomsday
preachers and preparers
rest in peace
in their shelters
or
will their
Faraday cage
protect them
from their own fear.
the End Times Approaches
why do I feel
the end times are approaching
with each passing day
the news gets worst
the hatred grows
the fear grows
the end of time
comes closer to our door
and I fear
the growing power
of the fascists
and their ilk
and I fear
that the world
is ending soon
Such strange dreams lately, about the end times.
Waves of upside-down crosses dropping from the sky.
Turning into maniacal reapers after striking the earth.
They chased the panicky masses over hills, forests, and glades.
One by one, cutting them down with thick, flashing blades.
Only those praying with vigor and in earnest were saved.
It will always be the end
Until it really is
It is never the beginning
Until it’s too late to realize
It was
It is always the ever present now
Until it’s not, sooo
Let it never be not
And might as well not
Worry about it
The inevitable is simply,
Inevitable.
“Never limit the is.”
- Richard Bach, 'Illusions'
Fly sat on a wall, evening
hungry and thirsty it was
Wet sugar was near is a dish
It thought;
“If I can fly down and taste
just enough of that sugar.
All the hunger, all the thirst
will be off-loaded.
My limbs I’ll lick long
My wings too shall be store”
It did it.
Stuck the fly was -limbs, wings
It struggled and wept
End times came hugging
Today, we're watching America fall, just as Rome fell.
Democrats and Republicans have marched us straight into hell.
And just as Jesus, in predicting the End Times, did say ~
this will all happen before the current generation passes away.
As nations rise against nations, and America squanders its laurel wreath,
there will be much weeping and gnashing of teeth.
Start here
Live happy cheer
As profound thoughts ease fear
The cosmic soul that ever steers
Heart clear
End times
Breeze cosmic chimes
As divine beauty rhymes
Wise universe where stillness mimes
Dust grimes
Words ease
Humour and tease
Deep knowing feeling peace
To bring healing to final lease
That please
Leon Enriquez
17 April 2017
Singapore
friday cheers, saturday fears
machine gun gears, poor parents tears,
blood is all i see, silence is all i hear,
why go so soon, or is the end times near?
hungry for education, the kids go to school,
lack of humanity,makes blood flow in polls,
who do we blame, the gun or the man?
why go so soon, or is the end times near?
preach peace not pieces
God bless america and the rest of the world
silent tears fall on pale skin
Tears of a mother and a brother
weeping heard across the world
For a mother of a victim
Of a demon's curse,
The coronavirus it’s called
Silent tears and sweet sorrows
Fall down my face as I realize my little sister won't be around much longer
Never to experience life or sweet joys of love
I weep for my baby sister, a babe killed by the sickness of end times
Many will come in the Lord's name
And say they are the Messiah
They will come and try to deceive you
Don't listen to that liar.
False Christ's will come and prophet's too
With miracles and great signs
All these things must come to pass
For we're living in end times.
So if anyone tells you here is the Christ
Do not go out and see
But remember what our Lord did say
In Matthew chapter 24 verse 23.
A battle set for a place and time
Millions gather armed and ready
Distant trumpets sound end times chime
Victory is assured already
The ground will get a crimson hue
As prophecy comes into view
The world shall know
Whose kingdom has Glory to show
The battle's over, victory divine
Armies annihilated, a heavenly sign
So quaint the papa
Of the church original
So loose, the benedictions
From balconies fall.
Hours or minutes
Or seconds or days
End times, ne'er
So obviously near.
Reguild the lillies
On the Crest of kings,
Approach thou legends
Within reach of the demons.
So delicate the orator
Of foundation, lays
Till wisps of sin
Engulf our plane.
Friend or few
Foe or many
On that night we forgot,
The Saviour descends.
Today, tomorrow seems quick.
All moving faster, so thick,
A new change I do predict.
End times, not afflict.
Future I predict today.
Not end of days, I do say.
Too all hopefuls on this way,
For this they do pray.
I predict a new race found.
They have always been around.
Spreading outward like a sound.
We rejoice or bound.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
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They've been talking about the end times
since the beginning of time.
The will of fear is to keep us in line.
Will I be cherry-picked for heaven
or tossed to the pigsty.
I have an opaque flavor of faith.
Never fully believing in divine things.
That I've never really felt or seen.
So, I'll probably be going down fast.
When all the carnage and $hit hits the fan.
but for now, I'm riding dorsal fin waves.
Lighting the fuses and having a blast.
Autumn's first frost has taken its toll;
The rose's red petals have turned hard as coal.
The winter approaches with deepening cold;
The upcoming season must now kill the old.
With the swift wings of death all becomes frozen;
This is the hour the end-times have chosen.
Lifeless and barren, the land's laid to waste.
In order to save it, spring must make haste.
Unfortunately, printemps never arrives;
Gone are the days where we all survive.
Upon a horse,faithful and true,
Jesus returns on a cloud,
in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
The book of life is opened,at last
Sin meets it's heart's desire;
The deceiver and the deceived,both cast
into the lake of fire.
Water ,clear as crystal now flows
Reviving,the once dead;
Those faithful,who Jesus knows,have
His name on their forehead.
A new earth,no pain death,sunlight or sea,
A new heaven with God each believer will be
When the buds are tender green
And the fig leaves begin to sprout
None will mistake the end time scene,
The earth itself will shout.
Upon a horse,faithful and true,
Jesus returns on a cloud,
As, in the air He comes into view
Every knee is bowed.
Water ,clear as crystal now,flows
Reviving,the once dead;
Those faithful,who Jesus knows,
His name on their forehead.
A new earth,no more fire,sunlight or sea,
But living water that heals,thee and me.
One thing I most certainly know is God always has eyes,
No one you speak to is hidden even when under disguise,
Make sure you pick the right ones to converse with and too,
Or he will make sure that you remain with them like is due.
One thing you should always know is God always has eyes,
Knows all your thoughts and can see through written lies,
Please think ahead now for signs have shown end times,
Don't wish to be left along with their blasphemy and crimes.