To end it all

June 26, 2014. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

Just before the very end,
a child will cry who's born in sin,
and from her eyes will drop the last of good.

And from the sky will drop the sun,
no sea, no lakes, no rivers run.
Surrounding good with all that never should.

Fire will flood, and rock will burn.
Earth will become its own urn,
And from her ashes crawl the living dead.

Those who walk as ashes turn,
learn to wait for Gods return,
and hide from beasts who seek to mark their head.

Instead of fighting most will fall,
And from their knees will betray all.
A call, a mark, a name, and all is lost.

Four horses step out from their stall,
Four horsemen ride, as all recall.
The last of seven seals reveal the cost.

As the sea of evil spread,
around the tears this child shed,
the devil plays a game with one last man.

To stop the spread, the devil said,
Destroy these tears and rest to bed
For good the spread of hell throughout the land

A stand, a fight, won't end the blight.
Destroy the light, and by tonight
Everything you see will be no more.

Tourn between what's wrong a right,
The sinner took the tears to smite,
the last of everything we should adore.

In his hand the the last of good,
Surrounded by what never should,
Shined on with all the faith man had forgot.

As he thought of how he should,
Destroy the very last of good,
he found that now deep down the man could not.

Despite the stop of evils spread,
no man on earth would lay to bed,
the last of what mankind had missed the most.

And so within the ash and red,
when all where gone and all were dead,
a beacon shined to call the holy ghost