Revelation's Precipice [2019]

This world moans in the pains of childbirth.

Tearing against itself, like storm-tides against the shore,

or the clashing of brass instruments.

Selfish hearts feed selfish creeds,

the irony found in their empty hearts and broken souls.

Ideas dressed in complication

snare the free of thought;

And those who deny the unseen

are led by the spirits they mock.

Darkness blankets the good,

screens flicker with sorrow,

and the narrow path feels lost.

Soon, it shall change.

Fire may fall.

Kingdoms may stand but fall still, 

to the reckoning of the innocents.

The world’s shadow,

Exposed to the light.

Past remembered, 

Love reigns again.

And finally, 

This horrid war will end.