Forgotten Sheaves Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The earth will weep and the people will know it,
But the lake which burns with fire is always around us.
The seven-year-cycle of love and the fallen grapes for the poor,
The forgotten sheaves in the field should be let to them always.

Clean animals must be slaghtered and shared,
Armageddon, armageddon! !
Her bowls are thrown into the air like the shearing of the sheep;
But her wars on earth were divided into three parts.

Of frogs and dragons,
That which is evil should not be your friend;
For Enoch was the seventh from Adam.

Hail falling from heaven! ! !
Of things cut without hands;
And like a stone from a great millstone.

The city had no need of the sun and,
The offspring of David is here to teach us;
But the sayings of the prophecy will not be heard by many.

The lamp is the Lamb and the city need no light,
Like the unclean spirits in the sea of blood.
Leave the forgotten sheaves for the poor and,
Help one another in times of need;
Like rain water and ice-blocks in the smoke of her burning.

I am sitting very calm in my room but i have to think,
For the key of the bottomless pit is with her;
And these events are part of the prophecies to come.