The Winds

If only the wind would do its job and blow Blow… blow to reprove the trash of the ground The seas are at tumult because of the sun The land is made cold by the hearts of man And the winds do not blow to show his face … But instead the winds form a storm at sea The likes of which the world and time would dread For the winds have gathered with the mighty fires And the winds have combined with the thunders And the Chariots of war used in heaven And at that time and moment they would blow And the trash and all that refuse would tear And the feel shall be that of a million knives The numbers caught in strife shall be many The land seas would flood and the fishes killed The land would be washed and would not give Hunger and death shall be the only way But with this all none, not one would die For at that time, death itself would be dead And this shall be the consequence of man The water shall be made oil and set ablaze And day and night shall again be made one And this horrid storm shall be unending This shall be the time of wind, and of fire This shall be none short of the wrath of God Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis