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Udiah (witness to Yah)

(1959 / USA)

Age of Aquarius - Blessings Poured Out


The Day of Atonement is here
Autumnal equinox ad diez
The Feast of Sukkot being near
Trouble with those of the Suez

A world government being born
The Mayan calendar to end
Babylon, Egypt, Judah torn
Biblical knowledge comprehend

Age of Aquarius to be
Christ's blessings for you and for me.

Submitted: Monday, October 01, 2012

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  • Sandra Feldman (5/25/2014 1:38:00 PM)

    If I understood correctly, it's coming, isn't it.? If I am correct in my assertion, this poem is fantastic in all that it says in such a concise and eloquent manner! (Report) Reply

  • Joe Johnson (11/7/2012 12:10:00 PM)

    I hope to be able to write like you when I have more experience. Thank you for your pen (Report) Reply

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