Revelations 12
Shhhh
It’s getting closer,
so be sure to stay quiet
they may hear us beyond the walls
of the dark, dark cave we are hiding in
I can’t for the life of me fathom
why I need to hide.
Is it something I have done?
Is it something I’ve sung?
The world seems to lose its color by the minute.
But part of me feels a little bit of hope
breaking through and ending the chapter
that made me live life as a fugitive.
However, I can’t voice this thought,
because they can hear us,
somewhere in these walls.
The throne is nearer than we think, but…
Heavy is the crown,
worn by the fallen Serpent,
the servant to his own stomach.
Writing his reign on the sand
alongside his disciples,
before unknowingly washing it all away
with the river’s amount
he spat out to chase away
any lingering hope that is voiced
by one of us peasants.
“The Kali Yuga is upon us.
Armageddon is calling.
Doom is coming sooner than we think.”
Are the words being heard
straight from the Nile River.
But when the sun sets
and night time arrives,
the words in the stars will
collectively say otherwise.
The eagle will rest its wings tonight,
but tomorrow morning,
it’ll continue its flight
from where it left it now.
And you and I,
will fly
until the rivers dry up
once they wash away the Serpent’s soldiers.
For the Will is,
The Child will live.
