The Day of the False Messiah
Be careful where you put your trust
The Sacrificed Lamb appears
Bloody, meek, and unblemished
Except for the spot on his tongue
He smiles, says ‘trust me
You have nothing to fear anymore
So follow me and I will bring you happiness’
First the woman, then her husband
Then their children, then the multitudes
All follow the lamb into the wilderness
He teaches them, shows them wonders
Provides for their needs
They live without trouble for some time
When Babylon rises up
It always falls again and
All sing praises to the Lamb
The Lamb transforms into a glorious being
The Satan devours them all and laughs
How foolish the weak minds of men
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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