Blood Moon Rising

Stand outside yourself and wonder

Because this is what looks right to man

As he kicks the can down the street

And whistles in the dark.

The black clouds have gathered

And now they block the sun

As the world plunges into darkness

And death tightens his grip.

The players are all present

And the feasts go on as planned

As the murders mount

And the banks are looted.

They think this is victory

But there are self-confident fools

Deluded by pride

And amorality.

My stomach sinks

And my knees buckle

But I must try as long as possible

And stand as long as I can. 

The blood moon comes

And the tide rises higher and higher

Threatening to drown us

In a flood of deceit. 

But why not, let it come

And bleed all the way out

Because even this

Shall all pass away. 

Le the damage explode

And splatter in all directions

Spreading disease

And rot. 

Invading every crevice

Unchecked and unfettered

Until everything is ruined

And everything wasted.

Because only then

Shall come the full harvest

When we finally see

What was always there.

Many have lost hope

And long for relief

Pulling up the covers

Up and over their head.

Suffocating in degrees

Under the weight of dread

Preferring death 

Over struggle.   

But I shall wait

And flash a knowing smile

Thinking of the sword

Straining against the hand

Until the last are lost

And the Lord shall come.