Vision
Faded shades of gray among polar black and white.
The black was a black that was as black as night,
and the white was not quite white, not exactly right,
which was due to the fact that it lacked the Light,
for the masses fight, favoring their own mad delight,
and combat the Light, yes, violently attack the Light.
I ask the Light, "Why do you tolerate man despite?"
From my vantage I observe Earth is a gloomy place,
with all of the brilliant hues erased by the human race.
A true disgrace is how I view the way humans haste,
driven indeed by greed for more of the fruit they taste.
But this fruit is waste, and it amounts to fuel for hate:
vicious and malicious behavior from each fool who ate.
Confused I wait for the Light to smite and pour wrath,
on a warpath meant to end men with a sword slash,
for man adores trash and denies he was born crass.
As dark clouds form fast, I wait to see a storm pass.
Perhaps to warn man, I can hear Thunder boom,
with force enough to shake Sun and shudder Moon.
Trouble looms, thought I, to punish the blunder soon.
I wonder who, if anyone, would escape utter doom.
It may befuddle you, though, to know what I saw next.
I saw text on a wall etched to show the Law flexed.
The Law next promised to send One to end the crime,
to then refine again with shine and cleanse the grime.
I spent some time pondering these events as sign,
that the Fury of the end of time would descend unkind.
Within ten seconds I see as starts to fall a swirling rain.
A whirlwind came; would nothing of the World remain?
Men did hurl profane words with aim to curse the Name.
but Law proclaimed, "Comes One to reverse the blame."
Reverse the blame!? Amazed me did the command I read,
fully expecting one with sharp blade in hand to shred.
As struck Lightning, appeared a humble Lamb instead.
"Blood the Lamb shall shed, then shall stand from dead."
Also of the Lamb 'twas said the cure for human ailing,
was He, Truth prevailing, and Glory's true unveiling.
Refused to hail He did they, but would choose assailng;
however, the Law would be fulfilled through His Nailing.
The abuse caused wailing strong and lament from me.
"Grieve not; the Lamb was sent by me to set them free."
I could believe not as rose from ground a menacing entity;
'twas Death, that fiend who was Joy's grim enemy.
Intense was he wielding weapon: Sickle with jagged blade.
Threats to the Lamb he made; was not the Lamb afraid,
though the extent of horror could not any language say.
Saw I Courage the Lamb display, and He began to pray.
Picking up a tree branch while Death as if joke did laugh,
with one mighty swipe He that Sickle broke in half!
Death did choke and gasp, as if inhaling smoke and ash,
and fell to the ground, defeated by a limb of oak perhaps.
Now quote the Lamb, "Behold! Death is conquered!"
(By me He with each beat of heart and breath is honored.)
A Crown placed upon His dome, man suffers no more;
no longer shown in monochrome, Earth has color restored.
~1~
Faded shades of gray among polar black and white.
The black was a black that was as black as night,
and the white was not quite white, not exactly right,
which was due to the fact that it lacked the Light,
for the masses fight, favoring their own mad delight,
and combat the Light, yes, violently attack the Light.
I ask the Light, "Why do you tolerate man despite?"
From my vantage I observe Earth is a gloomy place,
with all of the brilliant hues erased by the human race.
A true disgrace is how I view the way humans haste,
driven indeed by greed for more of the fruit they taste.
But this fruit is waste, and it amounts to fuel for hate:
vicious and malicious behavior from each fool who ate.
Confused I wait for the Light to smite and pour wrath,
on a warpath meant to end men with a sword slash,
for man adores trash and denies he was born crass.
As dark clouds form fast, I wait to see a storm pass.
Perhaps to warn man, I can hear Thunder boom,
with force enough to shake Sun and shudder Moon.
Trouble looms, thought I, to punish the blunder soon.
I wonder who, if anyone, would escape utter doom.
It may befuddle you, though, to know what I saw next.
I saw text on a wall etched to show the Law flexed.
The Law next promised to send One to end the crime,
to then refine again with shine and cleanse the grime.
I spent some time pondering these events as sign,
that the Fury of the end of time would descend unkind.
Within ten seconds I see as starts to fall a swirling rain.
A whirlwind came; would nothing of the World remain?
Men did hurl profane words with aim to curse the Name.
but Law proclaimed, "Comes One to reverse the blame."
Reverse the blame!? Amazed me did the command I read,
fully expecting one with sharp blade in hand to shred.
As struck Lightning, appeared a humble Lamb instead.
"Blood the Lamb shall shed, then shall stand from dead."
Also of the Lamb 'twas said the cure for human ailing,
was He, Truth prevailing, and Glory's true unveiling.
Refused to hail He did they, but would choose assailng;
however, the Law would be fulfilled through His Nailing.
The abuse caused wailing strong and lament from me.
"Grieve not; the Lamb was sent by me to set them free."
I could believe not as rose from ground a menacing entity;
'twas Death, that fiend who was Joy's grim enemy.
Intense was he wielding weapon: Sickle with jagged blade.
Threats to the Lamb he made; was not the Lamb afraid,
though the extent of horror could not any language say.
Saw I Courage the Lamb display, and He began to pray.
Picking up a tree branch while Death as if joke did laugh,
with one mighty swipe He that Sickle broke in half!
Death did choke and gasp, as if inhaling smoke and ash,
and fell to the ground, defeated by a limb of oak perhaps.
Now quote the Lamb, "Behold! Death is conquered!"
(By me He with each beat of heart and breath is honored.)
A Crown placed upon His dome, man suffers no more;
no longer shown in monochrome, Earth has color restored.
~1~