The Sky is FallingA Poem by Tate MorganThey don't know anymore than you how to ease your life's pain Nor do they know why the winds blow or how to make the skies rain"A woman drove me to drink and I didn't even have the decency to thank her. " "Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting?" "More people are driven insane through religious hysteria than by drinking alcohol!" W. C. Fields We knew them as rainmakers in days that have long passed Now they claim to be enlightened from this incarnation they're cast
They come from out of the woodwork these prophets of the Lord Claiming to be God's right hand man here just to give you your reward
The story is always the same bring your souls and your means Grow a ladder to the heavens by planting a few magic beans
Please forgive me the resemblance with the child's tale long told Perhaps they've been around as long as
the prophecies they've foretold
So the next time someone tells you that they know the Lord's will Feel the cold winds whistling by it's their conscience that gives you chill
We see each and every time demons never appear And
all the predictions they made were built on nothing more than fear
They don't know anymore than you how to ease your life's pain Nor do they know why the winds blow or how to make the skies rain
Tate
© 2013 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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