My Eyes Have…Seen

My eyes sting from the things that I have seen,

With their visions of sorrow poured hot from liquid dreams.

Oh be still my fainting heart, for I now grow weary and weak.

For my soul shudders and fails quick from such wicked a sight

 Of the smoldering pyres burning in madness beneath my feet.

For these once great cities of this evil temporal world

Lay now like black ghost in a cold and silent swirl.

whilst high above the putrid smoke of death, 

Swim the dark apparition's of a more sinister breath.

Oh, for I have seen the blackness of this day

As my wretchedness bore witness to the multitude in its sorrows

For in this evil that is done,

 mans recompense has now come his way.

Not long, not far in our run,

We all shall see

The days run red,

As fear conquers faith

in face of

the innumerable dead.

Oh Lord…

My eyes.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005

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