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Wed 21 Feb, 2007 10:22 pm
The Bitter end.
Unbending and hostile sits he in the coil
Of an evil avenger, his rage knows no bounds.
Cheerless and dull are the days, as his
Routined habits slowly make the rounds.
Ritualistic cruelty has become more the norm
When it was at a time just occasional form.
The pain of the ending is always in view.
There's no borrowing of Sun from the past.
The lights of the daytime and stars- or
The moon-- cannot stop the moment of LAST.
Hopes and insistence of 'There is no dread'
Will not stamp out, 'Now you are dead'.
No bitter demise burns the thought of the
Loved. They gave up the flesh as a loss.
No man and no 'body' has promise to keep
In God does our spirit rejoice.
The LIFE we are given and always shall be
In Christ is eternally free.
On Patmos was John, and the vision came
He wrote it as God gave the Word.
We have both read it and felt it in men,
This end time that WE and John heard.
Yet still, lies no faith, in the man in his coil
Who wreaks hate within his turmoil.
Stumble It!
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