Tag: end times

I shew you a Mystery.

June 13th, 2026

We are all a witness to the outrage,

watching all the signs unfold,

counting mayhem each passing day,

iniquity abound and many grown cold.

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This is the time we were made for,

known since and from the beginning,

to stand amidst the broken minds,

voices dried out and dimming.

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They compete for what they don’t own,

whats not theirs even if taken,

rioting their truth down your block,

each murder the pride of their flock,

every seize on your life is a lock,

your head pulsing with each beat of the clock.

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The enemy has set the pace,

and the weak are willing and able,

fooled to believe what they may gather,

but the playbook they follow is deaths fable.

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Civil war is the end of the road,

the web will be monitored with law,

people will be locked up for the truth,

spirits will be broken in the fall.

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Normal is to Sleep.

May 28th, 2026

Hush.

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Lest the world finds solace,

lest the wicked find triumph,

lest the darkness replace light.

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Hush; sleep child.

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There is no good reason,

there is no decent action,

there are no words of calm.

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Hush; little one.

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Layers upon layers of lies,

have set everyone to slumber,

watchful has become sensational,

and truth is what’s left of that.

Every ear is bent and distorted,

every mind a branded scythe,

when a generation sells its soul,

everything comes to this.

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Hush now useless eater,

We have saturated the pure,

lay down and kiss your grave,

for you there is no cure.

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Our legion is rising fast,

on this you have been told,

you will bow or die to the last,

for the future does prove the past.

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The bitter Bold.

May 24th, 2026

Gentle.

Ever so gentle.

The nudge became a push.

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Had one enough to struggle,

enough to curse the way,

unworthy to escape,

broken fingers entangled to pray.

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Pierce me and kill me,

suffer me no more,

unlike the hundreds dead inside,

I wish to leave this shore.

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Tolerance is a broken vessel,

where people try to care,

but zombies are the rule now,

here love is turned to glare.

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Color holds no value,

only sway among the dead,

where any form of thinking,

is shunned and put to dread.

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Lay me down to disappear,

to go away; so far away,

till none of it is anymore.

For good among it all,

has gone so far astray.

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Wreckoning.

May 18th, 2026

It’s not new the succession of division,

when mounts fell into vallies,

where every cloud had sprung to dust,

and the riotous became mute.

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Here values have dried and unrooted,

governments pursed their purses in smiles,

flags got waved to death,

and the minority choked on pride.

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Death has come to claim its prize,

tidying up each bed,

the devils all chime with baals,

where ears are tickled and bled.

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Tag: end times

I shew you a Mystery.

Normal is to Sleep.

The bitter Bold.

Wreckoning.