Armageddon Day Of Reckoning

Writing is a cathartic process in which I find my voice in different facets of each poem. Poetry, is a unique discourse of reflections

I am preparing for war

gearing up my mentality for Armageddon

Babies crying looking for answers

Why now, in my head I am screaming

I am in car and it’s speeding up

Standing at the edge of a cleft wanting to jump off

Voices keep tell me to be strong

There is more to life if you only open your third eye

I can hear the battle horn sounding

The earth vibrates from the marching of ghost

Searching for a resting place

How the streets are filled with soulless souls

And the ones who hunger for more than just food

A place to where they can find rest and not

Worry about what tomorrow holds

Still the voices are getting louder

There are no answers

Now its time to take a stand preparing

For a war in the land

No food no shelter

Sickness disease and starvation

Earthquakes, tornados, volcanos erupting

Echoing the cries of the wounded in spirit

Armageddon, day of reckoning who will be

Left standing?

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