Apokalypsis Visions

While hearing about the US in particular, giving permission to Ukraine, to strike deeper into Russia territories.

Are we, as a society, on the threshold of nuclear war?

Apokalypsis Visions

(A lone voice whispers)

A symbolic door stands unopened

That leads to the destruction of liberty of the mind

To the birth of megatons of mushroom clouds of death and bright white light 

And never-ending darkness 

Left in its tide

A door trying to be opened by secret cabals

With spear tipped lies 

A doorway to rows of dirt ridden coffins 

Of all races 

And rows of freshly graves 

For the left behind 

To dig

A passageway to bullet filled skies exploding in a rain of pain

Night and day

A new place where good people turn to ash grey and millions get glazed

A time of no call from on high

As weeping cries

Fill thunderous skies

All this I saw

An emptiness growing and while burning buildings fell

As multitudes of new singers yelled

Alguien nos salve

Alguien nos salve

(Someone save us)

In all that madness 

I saw a tiny smouldering home 

In the rubble

With a yellow plaque

On a burning wooden door

That read and spoke of hope 

It said

Trust in the Lord

He knows your struggle

And as that burning building burnt

As the smell of destruction and chaos swept the land

Announced by drumbeats of fear that shook concrete flowers 

Trying to grow in mounds of little dirt 

A vision was shown 

With such power

My brain hurt and

This I leave you with

In ending 

At the brink of that ungodly hour 

When seas turn from blue to red 

As black skies

Fills with souls of the dead

When violent storms and hurricanes wed

Mankind will be backed into a carefully planned trap

Mapped by those who care not of peace 

With no shame

But with a new world to gain

Names once told

Outlining this 

Familiar to the herd

Now drift like lone icebergs in the cold

When wicked crones 

Fly death bringing drones 

When white flags

Carried by Banner men 

Go into smoke ruined cities

Pretending to show pity 

Turn up

With cages 

Ready 

In tarpaulin covered trucks

Know there is still hope

For even though countries stand

Hand in hand 

Led by the Cabals

Marching band 

Singing battle songs of war and glory

Behind that metaphorical door 

Hope still

Precariously lives 

With so much to give

Beyond the warm embrace 

Of the ash clouds and death of so many races

The coming of Banner men and their hidden cages 

And a new black sun

For you must march and pray for peace

Pray that door isn't opened in the Middle East

For the cost 

When all is lost 

Will be like in 

The Book of Revelations

But like always 

With a belief beyond the reach of the seven-headed beast

Light will always defeat darkness

For it's what all faiths

Preach for

In the purity of the soul

When engaging 

With their version of the supernatural stillness 

About that metaphorical door

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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