A Vengeance Clock Poem by Antonio Liao

nail in the rock, hatred dazzle every dust
of century biases, for not every Lily hear
every cry

spears and ball of powder gallops each day,
dozen of shield and sworn fell off the ground;
wrapped with blood painted the sacred wall as
the sun goes down the horizon of peace

come glad tiding carol on the floor, receive
and settle the pendulum swing, the soul
wait until dawn, for the God's of Zion call
and everybody's fall

Vow all your Heads JESUS will come...