An Anthem Before The Final Amen

Brothers! Brethren! Hear the raging screams Witness the occurrences Perceive the prognosis and frustrated dreams Patience is disappearing Chaos will reign and bring mistrust Beckon the Holy Spirit and speak in tongues Recognize the innocence in the young. Heaven! shed your gentle grace upon Earth Swing your chariot with majestic Pegasus Helping us to remember our valued worth. Mothers will clutch their children fearing and cast a cloud over hate with their endearing. Fathers will grasp their swords appearing to thrust all demons away in disgust. A drifting glacier is like our human quest Wandering aimlessly and without rest Heaven help us to realize our dream How can we defeat this monstrous scheme? Sisters! With your Raggedy Ann, your wit, charms and earthly wisdom lead us to an answer. We rely upon your courage and fortitude and your deeper concurrence with a necromancer. The leaders to be have created angry platitudes Shouting about their destiny Written on the scrolls of history I asked therefore was it an epistrophe? Instantly the trumpets will fanfare blaring like three obtrusive elephants. Proclaiming the cessation of preposterous attitudes and reestablishing a broader intelligence. War mongers with their security and investments listen never to the words of eloquence. Instead they punch like heartless misers their calculators as we project our righteousness and magnitude. The final anthem is a call to conscious with the ordinary politics the agitator. Keeping all the sleeping lambs in a hypnotic state of panic intrudes upon manipulation of the magnanimous. Persecution in excessiveness has played the satanic verses as the lights dim the hope of forgiveness clearing the necessity of dogma as superfluous. The psychology of dependence is created by the infiltrator The result is a directly inhuman process so merciless stirring the simpletons to become charlatanic. The Arabian spring has skipped the summer held in hostage from a mercenary’s indifference. We return to our mother’s womb in slumber uttering Jesus’s name as we play poker for peace. Heaven please guide us through these hell-ridden times. Cast a beaming ray upon us for a sweet release. The forgotten composer has resurrected and pantomimes in parody his feather as he writes his colossal piece. A cantata for the sanctimonious who give incense to the wine and who then exorcise the prophets for a greater circumstance. The sizeable substitution has been left for the procrastinator who has been scorned and beseeched to from all goodly men giving heed to sanctity amidst the sacred vine. At the final judgement are the hypocrites befuddled and standing still waiting for the clarification for their heartless belligerence. With drones and weaponry set for the massive overkill the Lamb of God will speak His Word with His wondrous signs. Rebuking the refusal of neighborliness with a compassionate tolerance He chants his wooing anthem with its final conclusive “Amen”.