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  1.  The Truth
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Apocalypse
by James I. Harris
Thursday, June 22, 2006
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Apocalypse

 

Look, at what I see, in the distant far.
Four riders purge and all of man does yell.
Whence did they come; 
beyond the brightest star.

Man's wailing is a sad and frantic hell.

War, Pestilence, Famine, Death they do sow,
Followed by hounds ripping our flesh apart.
Tearing meat & bones, the blood does flow.
Oh GOD, end it and grant me a fresh start.
The cry of Vengeance is their constant chant.
No mercy given to Pope nor plain-man.

Ripped souls cling to life; they gasp & pant.

We are all doomed; escape if you can.


Pray for me quick, I scream and I cry.
You are too late.
too late. I die. I die.

These four have reaped violent vengeance on me.

I'm apart; slashed & ripped & torn & cut.
My eyes are gone; bloody sockets can't see.

Blood, waste and slime are oozing out my gut.

I feel agony and my stench is foul.

Four thieves steal my life; eaten by hounds.

My remains are no larger than a bowel.
The Earth is gory; blood covers the grounds.

Our juices sucked in; the soils must soften.

No praise, no prayer; nor kind word for one.

 

All is lost; no priest, no grave, nor coffin.
From this terrible fate no man can run.

The Four Horsemen, clad in crimson-silver,
Came to Earth and our souls they do pilfer.
  
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Reviewed by richard cederberg 6/22/2006
It seems those sobering judgements in scripture (Revelation) are looming on the near horizon. So much points at it!

A powerful write!

Richard
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