Sound of battle
Gabriels lips are wet
soon to blow his trumpet
which will sound a cry for battle
run....
every man to his station
equip yourselves for the time of weeping
the swords are sharpened
prepare for the sudden rush
then.. the dripping of blood
Beware of the serpent's untruths
he slithers in the sun
souls groans wailing in pain
LISTEN.. LISTEN
with ears to the ground...
quietly
Gabriels lips are wet
fashioned for the last trumpet call
the loud cry shall become silent
announce the edges of night
steal steadily upon us all
the hour glass shatters
and.. time.. shall exit no more.
Donna L. Richardson
soon to blow his trumpet
which will sound a cry for battle
run....
every man to his station
equip yourselves for the time of weeping
the swords are sharpened
prepare for the sudden rush
then.. the dripping of blood
Beware of the serpent's untruths
he slithers in the sun
souls groans wailing in pain
LISTEN.. LISTEN
with ears to the ground...
quietly
Gabriels lips are wet
fashioned for the last trumpet call
the loud cry shall become silent
announce the edges of night
steal steadily upon us all
the hour glass shatters
and.. time.. shall exit no more.
Donna L. Richardson
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