Eager to get going and work my limbs
Making big moves just like the Nephilim's
Future vision much darker than The Jetsons
Receiving every day lessons
I'm destroying pixelated buildings so Rampage
Whole world is a stage
A long lost apostle
Speaking my mind makes me feel unstoppable
No longer languishing in thoughts
Bored of watching televised sports
Mother of Harlots is hiding out in a dark forest
I sense Hell Priest's stepping on blood red carpets
Are we all living under luciferian laws?
Oh but of course
Behold a pale horse
Whore of Babylon
The year is now 2051
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- Comment from author about the poem: A fictional story about the end of the world in 2051.
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You been in Dr Who's TARDIS? When did ya get back from the year 2051? lol.
And - oohh, it's some of the cast from Eastenders there in the pic, in the year 2023!
Could be prophetic.
Although no one knows the day or the hour.
Very true.
Very impressive.
Appreciated, thank you!
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