The Angel Rides in the Whirlwind
The angel rides in the whirlwind and directs this storm
Chariot-filled demons follow as a malignant swarm
Ocean waters lifted to quench the now blackened clouds
All the while humanity hides beneath their cowardice-filled shrouds
The earth quakes but not from fear
In disguise, the anonymous clandestinely draws near
The heavens bellow with each approaching turn
Mother Earth’s belly, its vomit, readying to churn
Each soul in measure valued in an ounce of gold
Waiting to be harvested in this barren wold
No combine is required to bundle the crop
The cabal has entrapped the beasts with technology’s laptop
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
Joseph Pede
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