The Sixth Trumpet Poem by bobby beddoe

With no intent to alter the reason
For the purpose of John's Revelation;
Rather, to make quite clear,
Sound ululations we hear
Signals the Sixth Trumpet's blast has begun!

Weather Channel storms caught by sight and by ear,
Leaves little doubt amid growing crystal clear,
That the Sixth Trump's crescendo,
Like Matt: 24 said years ago,
Gets more and worse than any previous year!

The WORLD does not disern the sound of Trump Six
When tuned to CNN, FOX and local news mix;
Bornagains are sad to say
The Blast is there anyway.
And go unheard by lugubrios stoics!

There 's no more generations left anyhow
For marrying and giving each marriage vow,
Since the end of WWII.
But that should be nothing new
For those equiped with the Holy Spirit endow!

Assuredly, the same generation;
Disciples heard of in Reply to their question,
Will right away pass away
Some, 'walk in the park', summer day.
Weighing our world's state of conflagration!

Take genderqueer persons for example,
A surprisingly new and fresh sex horro;
The Lord's vengeance they'll get,
For versatiling the toilet,
By changing their texture from George to Myrtle!

For the transition to End Time's eternity,
Everything will be changed quite substantiality
When the 7th Trumpet,
Which hasn't sounded yet,
Will usher in the seven-year insanity!