A Poem

The Mountains are flowing to the sea

Where is your plea?

The Perfect Red Heifer is born,
And has a date to be sacrificed:

Oh man, you of so feeble mind,

Can you not find

The proof

The faith

The Blood does run in ancient

lakes, rivers, seas, rain, snow and hail

for the world to see

The brother turns against brother

and the people rage and protest on every shore

it was written in an ancient lore long ago

these current times

in the Rhyme the Dead Sea has living fins and tails and the Great Ancient Euphrates has run dry

There is burning heat and treasures of cold that will bring the famine and the great blocks of hail

The animals and fish are almost no more

Does your soul not flutter inside you?

Do not you fear a great war?

As the Goat and the Ram prepare to battle

Should you not be shorn and in ashes?

Around this place great signs are being wrought

the false christs are aplenty

they sway to and fro with the false prophets

in a dance to the end

Oh did you not hear, the Great Imam and Pope signed a peace deal?

Do you not hear rumors of peace everywhere you turn in this wild tumult

where virgens of faith are killed and raped in Yemen in a repeat of a time past

for at the end if we stand

we shall fly

upward into the sky

Forever and Ever to be one

With the Magnificant

The Almighty

The Only One

The Alpha and Omega

Who shall be coming with flames and sword

on the white steed oh brother, man

oh woman, sister

should you not change?

Should you not repent?

Should you not do the command?

BEFORE

It is too late?

The Son HE comes

 Do you not hear the trumpets that announce his coming?  The Coming of the King!

 Watch to the End