The Coming King Poem by Adam M Snow

The Coming King
By: Adam M. Snow

I see a light shone blinded
caressed the sky.
Thousands have vanished
and fear reigns supreme.
Millions wander aimlessly,
confusion coating the span of time.
Many lost hope to gain
and only the sound of crying remains;
these, the dying pains.

The truth shown in plain sight
but many are frightened, refusing to believe.
The Believers does not fight;
the Lost does not grieve.
Chaos corrupts the lives of many
as greed fills the streets.
Betrayal among family grows uncontrollably;
shown the worldly feats

The Word left upon fire
hung by a wire,
in spite the devilish desire:
To take that which doesn't belong.
the Children's gone and vanished,
banished from the mind before the trumpet sounding.
Friends among friends,
families among families
gone in a blink of an eye.

Dread;
it fills the hearts of many
and some, hatred consume their essence.
They live their ignorant lives,
haplessly unaware that torment is yet to come.
Almost here;
havoc wake in the hearts hardened by numb.

The number upon the flesh,
accept the fate or die.
River of red pours out upon the streets;
many are gone like thieves in the night.
Many foreseen this Godly feats.
Many still blinded by that Godly light.
Many are weakened by this deadly plight.

War erupt between the Believers and not;
Blood sheds more and more with every shot.
Every passing day,
We pray, and still the violence consumes.
Who is there to save us from ourselves?
Arose a light, blinded like the sun,
The King has return!
The Children has won!
Bleed no longer,
feed your anger no longer.
We will be stronger
forever longer.