This is the fourth poem of a 10 parts fantastic story about elves, men and other magical creatures called "Festus and Ermea". The overall story has some time jump. This one takes place in the present, directly following the events of "Roma After Dark"
We drive towards them They hide the sun Their power has only just begun
The trail of blood starts outside Eden running from Abel to Zechariah, even to the foot of a Roman cross on Golgotha, "the place of a skull"- the great massacre.
Why do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain? Because their evil king rages and plots in vain.
This is the third poem of a 10 parts fantastic story about elves, men and other magical creatures called "Festus and Ermea". The overall story has some time jump. This one takes place in the past.
"It's not the parts of the Bible that I don't understand that bother me, it's the parts I do understand." -Mark Twain. "I wasted time, and now time doth waste me." - Shakespeare. "I do not believe in a fate that will fall on us no matter what we do; I do believe in a fate that will fall on us if we do nothing." - Ronald Reagan. All examples of chiasmus.
A raw take on the struggle that goes in the mind of the procrastinator (yours truly) when faced with the consequences of his procrastination.
What if God was your boss?
Christ will descend with all of His angels, and consign the lost with the devil and his angels to permanent exile
Long have men built their city. Long have I drawn out My pity. Living different periods, countries, filling out determined boundaries. They will say from so-called shelter "I will still build, bigger, better-" And I will answer, "No." The cities of the nations fall! Mountains, rocks they will call! I will shake their bricks and mortar, fling their mighty towers of
