Did I hear the trumpet play?
Was it the first or last?
The locusts will have a field day
now that eternal darkness
has been cast.
Did I hear a neigh?
Are the horsemen on their way?
No, our leaders deny,
Yay say the preacher in reply,
we are nearing that day.
The population didn't hear a thing,
or if they did they
are too scared to say.
Fear of ridicule,
their tongues
neither speak nor sing.
The prophets said
that we would know,
but the books
have become a script,
there to just follow
and not a pathway opening.
One day we will see
what the dead sea
sings mournfully
and on that day
will we sway
solemnly into eternity?
Who threw the first stone,
who cast the last?
It’s not about blame,
to atone we should
look in shame
at what we have become
and in whose name.
We have so much to share
yet we always
end up reaching for the gun.
There have been messages,
countless prophets, telling us
declare love, unite,
spare the fight.
Hell is empty
the demons took flight.
Heaven is empty,
the angels nowhere in sight.
They saw that humankind
wasn't worth the fight
and wandered off into the night.
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