There is a scene that
plays again and again
On repeat inside my
head.
What does it mean or
what does it say?
Deep breath, close
eyes, and press play:
There is a battleground
before my sight
Of raining shells and
failing light.
Death and destruction
covering the land
And few remain to
take a stand.
And under the expanse
of reddening skies
The numbers dwindle
as they die,
The very bones of the
earth rattle and shake
The mountains shudder
in its wake.
Clouds of sulfur and
smoke block the hot sun
Darkness creeps in,
and people run.
A hail of bullets,
shower like rain
Impact, screams,
blood, pain.
The sickening sound
of a bullet to body
A hollow thunk, leaving the ground bloody.
Breaking bones, crush, crack, twist.
Who knew Hell could
be worse than this?
Another attack as the
earth is shattered,
Try to walk as bones
are battered.
The heat reddens,
swells, blisters the skin,
Press hands to ears
and block screams from coming in.
Lawful lawlessness creates
the chaos, the noise
Disguising the precipice
on which we’re poised.
The air shimmers and
shines as it transforms to poison,
Terrified wails echo
on the walls of their prison.
Cold, hollow, dim and
darkened eyes
Kill, murder in the
streets as children cry.
Suffering uncensored,
red rivers run,
Bodies pile high; it
has only begun.
All will suffer, none
will be spared,
Save for His chosen,
those who dared
To live, to watch,
believe and fight
For not was thought
popular, but what was right.
In their death, let
the Remnant rejoice
With their words,
He’ll be their voice.
Prepare yourselves,
together you stand
Stronger, these are
your orders, this is His plan:
“The time for battle
is coming due.
Wear your armour. Cinch
it tight,
They are many and you
are few,
But I AM stilling
sending you to fight.”
