The End

With smoke blocked sun; a cloud appears. The moon shall shine, in dark blood red.

All eyes will see, all heads shall bow, our beloved, raised from the dead.

When this first written, the world was flat. Did prophets, misrepresent?

Man on the moon? Kennedy’s death? those alive shall see, the event.

The clock has stopped, healing done, meek sent home, to join the Lord. 

Army follows, Vengeance be mine, eyes like fire, tongue like a sword,  

Greed controlled, government sells out, church deceived, many not me.

The boats will rock, whistles are blown, the lies be called, we shall be free.

Witness the coming, loved ones re-joined, we coincide, and don’t suffer.

A Painless change, into spirit, death denied! Now who is tougher?

The wrath of God, judgment day, for the controllers, vengeance we pray.

The cowards hide, in stone hills, leaders fail, World Order disarray.

With this technology, Prophesy fulfilled, we can visualize.

Burning bush, Jacobs latter, the science is just now realized.

Quixotic 1 15 2014