The end

A cold coming we had of it,
like a thief in the night,
All the priest gathered,

The wise and the rich,
The poor and the fool,
The rightous and the unrightous,

A call for attention,
A call for repentance,
Loud bold voice sound from the alter,

All eyes on one soul,
The full listen to mock,
The wise listen to benefit,

Alas! For the day of the lord
Is near,
It will come like destruction from almighty,

A hand formble on a table,
A fall and broken of a glass cup,
Punching of his nokia galaxy,
Tiny finger up,

Continue:- put on a sack cloth,
You priest and mourn,
You rich, you ministers of God,
Come spend the night in sackcloth,

A tiny finger raise up,
How will the rich spend the night,
in sack cloth?

Continue:- be humble to thers,
And God will be humble,
To you,

Groaning soul arise,
A long neck pushes forward,
To ear drop,

A loud voice
From the back sit,
:- take him out!!!
His nothing but hypocret,

Fellow,
Will the end of humanity,
Favour all?

Reviews

[Damilola Olowoeyo]

A long neck pushes forward to ear drop...wonderful

[ayosonolowo]

Thank you
alot

[TL Boehm]

A hand formble on a table,
A fall and broken of a glass cup,
Punching of his nokia galaxy,
Tiny finger up,

A profound and powerful poem. We truly have limited time to get it right with God. Wonderfully penned.

[ayosonolowo]

Thank you
your review really encourage me more