Sway's of Time
on the eleventh day
of the eleventh month
at the eleventh hour
the first world war
came to an end
what do we have to say
at our home front‒
are we a blooming flower
speaking from our hearts
‒have we become a friend
I can see our wayward way
nothing more than a cunt
turning a world sour
like a raging dart
‒a bleeding-out fiend
where is our Godly ray
‒see how easily the name 'Jesus' is flung
our men have become cowards
no longer looking for ways sought
just sexing up any and every kin
where must I lay
what next war will be our front
what pill to use as a downer
how many hearts we'll make hard
how many to suffocate in our den
on the eleventh day
of the eleventh month
at the eleventh hour
on who's pillow lays our scar
as industrialization weaved its begin
(November 15, 2024)—I wrote this on November 11, 2024, He, that would be God, led me to Isaiah and the call out of sins: Sin of religious formalism, sin of injustice, sin of idolatry, sin of pride, sins of leaders, sin of the women, sin of greed, sin of revelry, sin of arrogance, sin of rationalization, sin of drunkenness.
Interesting because He’s given these same sins as today’s issues. He’s called them out.
I had one to insert, but He’d already done this.
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