Somnolent rivers built me a dream
with tones and timbres of death.
It lodged me in a fetal position
under a charred tree full of dread.
The night's black canopy so stoic
dimmed the glimmer of stars hidden,
and hastened to disarm my logic
amidst these obscure surroundings.
As confusion settled uncomfortably
I stood up to look up at the sky;
my eyes shone as candles to trace
faint outlines of branches carbonized.
Baffled at what was before me
instincts forced my hands to reach
but the fragile timber fragmented
along with a rationale that was breached.
Disquieted I then cried out to God
and inquired what it was all about,
and He gave me some understanding
planting in my heart something profound.
The tree is indicative of man's condition
a monument to death and destruction.
The folly of men has crossed a threshold;
they have removed God from their imagination.
A time of darkness will cover the earth
poignantly marking the beginning of the end
Lovers of death will usher in the biggest lie
“Peace! Peace...There is peace among men”.
DionWorx
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