Mark My Words
Thirteen chapters of the end of the world
The signs of the times and endless news of war
Hold us captive because the crowds are
Excited, the thrill of forbidden
Entertainment amuses the masses
Not attending the masses
Death and doom promise and loom
Intricate detail in and attention to
Slippery lies and attractive falsehoods
Continues to enchant the multitudes while
Occult worlds of tradition are mourning
Marks of what is promised to come
Intimate creation in the heat of passion knows
Nothing of the secrets of a
Universe where life is
Destroyed as we are eternally broken
Lost hopeless and waiting
Only for this forsaken
World where promise is all but.
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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