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Subject: A poem Author: GabbyJr [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 22:01:59 10/08/01 Mon Hey guys!!! I just thought I'd share this with you. My very good friend CJ wrote this just after the terrorist attacks and it just moved me so much. I hope you guys like it. GabbyJr A preacher's tale by: "CJ" The end of a begging or the beginning of an end When the sins of man become too great to be ignored The nuclear missile will decide the final score With paranoia and fear waving guns in the air Courage and pride will blindly lead them to their fate The land where pain and loss is so greatly known The paradox of peace the land of war With flags hung and candles lit The body count raising to the limit that God permits The devils now rise from ashes on the ground A sudden darkness in the air evil is now all around Moans and groans of lost souls fill the sky To bring down the gates of heaven he will try The sound of seven trumpets will soon take place everything will pause in their ultimate grace Angels will glide with swords in hand They are to regain the corrupted Bad Lands A cross of swords one of light the other of dark The buildings are fallen like a newly cleared Forest Park A single wave from the hand of God and it will be over Life will be restored the drunk made sober Man will be judged based on their time on earth They will either be left to repent or given a rebirth All of this I have foreseen So forgive thy family make amends and means So create love not hatred and fear Because no one knows when this event will be here [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]