Ominous clouds of utter blackness, Billowing in their ranks, March across the low horizon Like artillery, soldiers, tanks. They move in angry opposition With malice thru and thru Against the sky’s content condition Of golden, gilded blue. And those who watch the signals See signs from up on high, Painted in prophetic vision Across a divided sky.
Boom! Boom! The cannons echo; around you lays the gore, Carnage left by countless battles in this eternal war. All who have ever lived, have been enlisted in this fight— The fight of good and evil, the fight of wrong and right. Both sides call you to join their ranks, but choose most carefully, For what you choose will chart your course for all eternity.
We all know the story of the three little pigs— Two built houses of straw and twigs; Not wanting to work in the heat and the sun, They chose instead to play and have fun. And they mocked the third pig for his planning and care When he laid out a structure that was sturdy and square. For he didn’t fall for the quick, flimsy fix, But carefully built a house made of bricks.
Out of the darkness comes the sound— A scraping and gnawing and scurrying around. Damage and destruction is all he makes, He never gives but always takes. In the shadows and corners he will hide, A tiny field mouse that snuck inside.
Around my heart with anger, I built a hardened shell; And planted thorns of bitterness to further guard it well. Then sat in smug depression as the persons passing by, Unable to ever reach me, no longer stopped to try.