THE CONFLAGRATION Once again I am unable To stay peacefully in Bed. I can hear my muse insisting. There’s no point in me resisting. I must go where I am led. So I sit down at my table Where she looks for me at night. She decides what I shall write. To my future she directs me. There are things, which I must say. I see Europe disappearing. I see countless people fearing, Mankind merely made of clay Satan is living. All must flee It is happening again To the station comes a train Evil will continue living Some things cannot be contained Satan’s spawn once more have risen Uncontrolled by any prison Tower builders have regained Powers. They are not forgiving Demons cannot be entombed Western Culture now seems doomed When you listen to dictation Emanating from a cave Do you know who is dictating? Do you know what power is waiting? Telling us how to behave Spiritual radiation. Cultures often pass us by. Cultures flourish. Cultures die. We must listen to tomorrow. We must hear what God decrees. Nothing can remain forever, Despite Mankind’s best endeavour, The results will never please. We are drowning in our sorrow. We must try to live each day. Destiny won’t go away.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 22:02:38 +0000
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