(Spiritual Poem) The Calling Up

THE CALLING UP

 

When the Seed blooms we are called

Eternal Souls assigned to a heartbeat

The Spirit to the flesh from the source

Heartbeat to the grave we live only once

Born to live among Man, Demond’s, Saints

 

No where for any of us to hide our face

All are either Evil, Good or some vacant

All live the Spiritual life we choose to live

Witches, Ghosts and Demons walk among us

Two deaths are assigned to the ignorant flesh

 

The Bride will call out to us but who will hear

Rumblings from Hell shakes beneath our feet

Even the dark heart cannot hide from The Light

The Calling Up, so few Saints will still be left alive

Hell gathers the foolish when The Groom takes His Bride