Roger Whittaker Whistles ..

Timeline Man

The Cordwainer

Solar system 2

Betty Broderick

Evolutionary Reptilian Features

Ancient Britons

In The Clouds

The English Language

African eMigration


The Rapture

In a midden on the street,
With steel shackles to his feet,
Lay a broken man, unknown.
At his head ,was graved in stone :

“This is what you did for love;
“This your father from above;
“This your father lying here;
“This is why I shed a tear. ”

In his hand a yellow Rose;
On his chest a book of prose;
On his head a crown of Red;
At his side, a child, betrayed !

As the Sun dripped overhead,
People shuddered, wept in dread.
Women gathered as to pray;
Saw the child arise and say:

“Now, beware, your Time attain;
“All of you will bear the pain
“For your wretched disobey;
“You shall meet Him on this day !”

And, at once, the clouds attend;
All there present, children ,men;
None forgot, but take in haste.
Each one singled out for chaste;

Each alone cried out ” I bleed !”
Each one crying out “I need !”

Darkness came, and took away
All the Souls of Yesterday.

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