The end is the beginningA Poem by sammyjsomething I saw and seeThe end is the beginning--- The singing of the angels, The wisp of wings Brushing along my back, The glare of the glow Of glory. As I lay on the ground, Waiting for the last breath, The world a burning mass of Confussion, Smoke billows out into a darkened sky. Armageddon some say. Others just cry, weep, And lay down to die. Like me. What we see, What we witness, It isn’t all a lie, Yet the world is dying, The singing of angels, The brush of wings on my back, Telling us all a Age old story, As smoke billows Into a darkened Starless sky. Death rides His proud horse, As we bow and worship The ending of Our agony. To find the beginning Of our eternal sorrows. © 2012 sammyj |
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Added on December 22, 2012Last Updated on December 22, 2012 Authorsammyjkent, WAAboutlove to create. lots of ideas for short stories and novels. love to cook. love sports. born to be wealthy. more..Writing
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