POEM: SHADOWS OF THE EVENING
By: Eric Gajewski
Jeremiah 6:4 “…woe unto us, for the day is declined, for the shadows of the evening are grown longer.”
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Woe unto us!
A chasm of lust, opens up
Sinkholes of self-love devouring souls,
Nay, let the violin of retribution play
Let the piano chords accuse men of their sin this day
Nigh, for, truth, is now despised
The wicked, once hiding,
Now step forth from behind their crooked smiles
Shouting let our “messiah” arise
Men filled with hearts of corruption
Horrible sounds heard from on high
And loud booms occupy, this blood-stained earth
Yea, the faith of men now tried
For everywhere is found false signs and lying wonders
Transgression’s piling, mounting, to meet these darkened skies
Vices of all kinds now rule,
These men of “reason and science” with words malign
Who have opened up the Abyss with the Keys named Hades
Play nothing but the fool,
The earth, in all her drudge and muck, is struck with lightning
To match men’s blasphemies’
Thunders pounding the crime filled cities
Earthquakes engulfing whole countries
Men, with nowhere to hide, as Death speaks loudly
For they, boldly, think themselves, more to be, then what they are
In their Self- glorifying…
Yea, swimming is the lost,
Amidst these “filthy seas” drowning amidst their dirty deeds
Frozen scum, these evil ones, drifting, upon the “ponds of iniquities”
As the seasons change, men now dying
Due to fright as the heavenly bodies
Lose their own way of regularity
Lying, are these “armies of the dead”
Who work amongst the nations, shewing false prodigies
Chaos, confusion sown
Let the faithful beware!
And cast upon Him all worry, concern and care
For the “chalice of the damned” is drunk by the majority
Woe unto us,
The day no more to be found
Drunken souls begging for Heaven’s vengeance
Sorrowful tears below playing in tune with the angelic chorus
For now, is the time of the King’s Justice
Priests, too, calling down God’s heavy hand with their evil lives
By their irreverence’s, lies, impiety and heresy
Yea, the holy mysteries are mocked!
There is found only love of honor, pleasures and money
Hearts sown as one with the “demons dung”, O’ ye worldly!
These streets are filled with the sewers of impurity
Pornography prevails, thus, no longer shall there be mercy
No longer is seen a worthy Offering
But God will strike in unparalleled fashion
And do so suddenly….
Woe to thee ungodly,
So many evils to endure at once
To blind the most innocent eyes just trying to see purely
Nay, a grand conspiracy, by the Church’s enemies
Woven by the calloused hands of the various “secret societies’
O’ but where are the eagles?
Who under the Mantle of Mary are hiding?
Living in poverty, humility and chastity?
Have we not, in the past, also, danced in the dark, for far too long?
Have we not, also dined, unfortunately, with the devils, O’ so eloquently?
Woe unto us!
Sadly, all hell, shall we, now incur
For the day is declined,
This stiff Breeze is telling me, as it grows even stronger
That the night is perpetually upon us…
And the shadows of the evening are grown much longer (Jer 6:4)
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