the end times

The Coming of Sorrows

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Camino

And they came, having the likeness of death, seeking the untouched,
those not afflicted of the plague;
seeking the the living, that they may devour them.

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We Hear the Time

We hear the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the truth is unveiled.

We see the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the light shines upon us.

We smell the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the earth is awakened.

We taste the time--beautiful time--
In the year when the false collapses.

We touch the time with the hands sublime
And the hearts like the sacred lotus.

We feel the time with the light divine
Bursting forth from the depths of despair.

We shout the time when the planets align
Like the sun with its sparkling hair.

We dance the time when the music rhymes
And we set forth where no one dared.

We breathe the time with our bodies supine,
Breathing in the transcendent air.

We speak the time with the language enshrined
In the nebulae debonair.

While the voices scream and the mystics dream
To the minds that are unaware

Of the time that in now, of the beauty within
That the surface things have concealed.

Yes, the time has arrived--beautiful time--
That the prophecies have revealed.

June 22, 2012

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A Window To My Soul

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Light and Dark

A massive wave of a deep black sea,
Is what my guilt amounts to me.
The past, the past I do regret
The pain of it doth make me fret.
The girl, the smile, the face,
The sweetest love, her warm embrace;
These things I remember in the night,
Oh! that I could make them right.
The pain, the sorrow,
The still tomorrow,
Is there no rest for my soul?
Is there naught to make me whole?
The guilt, a sea,
A tsunami,
Death I feel each day I live.
But Death’s fear instinctive;
I cannot die by my hand.
There is no rest in this land!
Please, save me from my sin!
Please redeem where I’ve been!
You payed my debt, I see it now,
And although I know not how,
I know that I’m free from my master past
And I know that I’ll not be the last.
So, before your kingdom comes in Glory
I’ll tell others of my story
I’ll plead with them, to end their sin
And tell them of the place I’ve been
That they can see your love for me
And they can have that love from Thee.

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The title was chosen only because I didn't have one. It sounds more like a title for a little something on eyes.... maybe I'll recycle it later....

An Epiphany

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Light and Dark

Black, the darkest thing known.
It greedily absorbs everything it can and belches all that is left, which is nothing – and evil void.
Black is dead to goodness, hates light, and despises all things that it does not consume.
It hates light for its goodness and supremacy.
It is the men, consumed by the darkness, who will tremble in fear at the last and coming light of this cursed earth.
It is the best known setting for all crime, to show it’s part in evil and is loved by all who despise the light.
Black is surely the darkest thing known.

White is the most righteous of all things.
All that it gains it gives to those who need it.
Its glory is so radiant in color that the colors blend into one untied blaze of light.
It is filled with righteousness so that all who see it cannot deny it.
In all darkness there is a ray of light, which grows and grows until it destroys the darkness, which is death to all things great and small.
Surely, white is the most pure and righteous of all things, and may it always be.

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I actually wrote this when I was 12-14, I didn't date it. I seemed to know a lot back then... and I'm still building on it now. :D

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