Upon the golden diety of day Vents the light in colors gay With evil the thoughts do stray Until the coming rapture Into the mists of shadows, quelled Their dying prescence can be felt The forehead mark steaming like a welt In this peace so fractured The dragon so calls it forth But the angel doth raise his sword Waiting for the coming Lord To rectify His Promise And none will know until that night When they might serve the plight For us to wake in Eternal Light -And truly live forever... E.A.Altamura, Copyright 1998
Reason for writing:
A religious manifestation that hit my head like a thunderbolt.
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