(Philosophy Horror/Poem) The End

The End

 

Do I hear an Angel’s wings–am I dying

The stillness in my heart, is it still beating

So silent like the quiet of a graveyard night

Through dimmed eyes–have any tears fallen

My lungs grow weak–now only silence I hear

 

 

O to see the rising sun–just one more time

Beloved family here with me–in this sterile room

My will is dispensed–all my energy now leaving

What is now left of me–is this death mask my face

Designated, predestined we die–but sent to where

 

 

Silence only silence–broken by a trumpet I hear

Blue skies, blue skies–toward the Son I am rising

O to the earth goodbye–Lord—NO LORD NO

Wing’s fade away–as HELL opens its mouth for me

Wake up in a cold sweat–O LORD–what a dream

In Your Beginning: That You Do Not Understand

 

How is it that you know nothing

How is it that you see nothing

How is it that you do not understand

O’ man, how is it that you’re deaf to my words

You send machines to the planets

But you do not understand

That it is by My hand, and My love

That you are, and that you have

A place on which to stand

 

Lend me your ears now my children

Daughters, Sons, now open your eyes

I will show you now once again plainly

Some things which you have missed

Through ignorance, and worldly deceit

My truth to you has been disguised

Cloaked, by He whom I cast out, with burning eyes

 

In the beginning, as it has been written

There were two creations of mankind

The Gentiles first I planted in all the lands

Yet they were in My eyes A couple absent links

Above the Monkeys, Dogs, and the Swine

They populated the Earth as they were told to do

Then A Royal Bloodline In My Garden I planted

 

I watched sometimes in amusement

But most times in horror

At all the scenes before my eyes unfolded

Through the years your tribes did blend

Through time you looked more like Us

Than the places in which you began

 

I planted My Garden between Urmia and Nod

There I breathed life into the First Earthly Man of God

From his side a mate, to share these pleasures

The rivers flowed peacefully for this Royal Blood Line We gave them

Red Eyes slithered into My Garden We had given to them

Deceived the woman, then she her man

Their eyes now open to their sins, then I did clothe them

I cast My children out into the world of the Heathen Gentiles

Two beginnings, Two Peoples, amazing you cannot understand

 

Open your eyes so you can see it

Blood of My Lamb spilled

For your Souls to be redeemed

Soon I will come to see you

But, will you wish to see Me

If you’re as blind to the end

As you are to your beginning

After My Trumpet sounds, your pleas

Will not be worth one of your pennies

(Philosophy Horror/Poem) The End

The End

 

Do I hear an Angel’s wings–am I dying

The stillness in my heart, is it still beating

So silent like the quiet of a graveyard night

Through dimmed eyes–have any tears fallen

My lungs grow weak–now only silence I hear

 

 

O to see the rising sun–just one more time

Beloved family here with me–in this sterile room

My will is dispensed–all my energy now leaving

What is now left of me–is this death mask my face

Designated, predestined we die–but sent to where

 

 

Silence only silence–broken by a trumpet I hear

Blue skies, blue skies–toward the Son I am rising

O to the earth goodbye–Lord—NO LORD NO

Wing’s fade away–as HELL opens its mouth for me

Wake up in a cold sweat–O LORD–what a dream

In Your Beginning: That You Do Not Understand

 

How is it that you know nothing

How is it that you see nothing

How is it that you do not understand

O’ man, how is it that you’re deaf to my words

You send machines to the planets

But you do not understand

That it is by My hand, and My love

That you are, and that you have

A place on which to stand

 

Lend me your ears now my children

Daughters, Sons, now open your eyes

I will show you now once again plainly

Some things which you have missed

Through ignorance, and worldly deceit

My truth to you has been disguised

Cloaked, by He whom I cast out, with burning eyes

 

In the beginning, as it has been written

There were two creations of mankind

The Gentiles first I planted in all the lands

Yet they were in My eyes A couple absent links

Above the Monkeys, Dogs, and the Swine

They populated the Earth as they were told to do

Then A Royal Bloodline In My Garden I planted

 

I watched sometimes in amusement

But most times in horror

At all the scenes before my eyes unfolded

Through the years your tribes did blend

Through time you looked more like Us

Than the places in which you began

 

I planted My Garden between Urmia and Nod

There I breathed life into the First Earthly Man of God

From his side a mate, to share these pleasures

The rivers flowed peacefully for this Royal Blood Line We gave them

Red Eyes slithered into My Garden We had given to them

Deceived the woman, then she her man

Their eyes now open to their sins, then I did clothe them

I cast My children out into the world of the Heathen Gentiles

Two beginnings, Two Peoples, amazing you cannot understand

 

Open your eyes so you can see it

Blood of My Lamb spilled

For your Souls to be redeemed

Soon I will come to see you

But, will you wish to see Me

If you’re as blind to the end

As you are to your beginning

After My Trumpet sounds, your pleas

Will not be worth one of your pennies