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In The Gale Of Rapture [In The Gale Of Rapture]

The echoes of a trumpet call,
Steal the world with surprise
Within and around the globe
Infants swiftly vanish
From their mothers’ back
And all stars are quickly taken
From the company of dark clouds

O madness rules the streets!

Chasing those left behind
To whirl with the gale of dust
For their skeletal secrets,
Walk nude to the scene of shame
Women legs twirl, bodies lithe
Gyrating to the song of doom
The fishers of lust, hunt bloods

From the river of their hearts

Their sinful eyes birth tears
Seeking mercy in their deserted churches,
When broken glasses can no longer be gathered
Sun and moon give their fame
To the reign of satanic rains
And the world is drenched
Beneath the showers of tribulations

As the world awaits the thunder of its end

Written by: Adesitimi Taiwo Damil
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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