The World Is Clocking To Menopause Poem by Ajala Samuel Akindele

The World Is Clocking To Menopause



The accidentally, macabre, horrify event and the worst likes. signify that the world is coming to an end.The use of Biblical Allusion is use'The Second Coming of Christ'.

Monday, April 14, 2014
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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
As the moon appears
As the sun shines
As the star cometh
The gravity and great grievance
of this iniquity world shows me
that the world is clocking to an end.

Before the messiah left
he left a message that when
the signs of the trumpet is
about to come into existence.
Gruesome and macabre event
Shall be signified, verified and
come accidentally.
It Symbolizes the sign of his second coming.

The current adventure can be seen
Obviously with rapt attention,
my two mere eyes become wild.
Virtuous souls are passing off
day by day including mature and
Premature.
Some were unable to live to
their standard and beyond expectation.
Given birth with glory and
Died with their glory
It seems the world has change
her garment?
The world is clocking to an end.

Soul purchase education but at
last they were unable to live
as educators.
Calamity is befalling calamity
Destruction is climbing on life
Death is killing the virtuous
and leaving the dangerous.
It seems the world has change
her garment?
The world is clocking to an end.

The rulers are desperate, cruel,
despotic, unaccountable and shady.
They embezzle the fund meant for
Development and growth.
It seems the world has change
her garment?
The world is clocking to an end.

Souls are killing souls
Kidnapping is rampant, consistent & persistent
Ritualism never step aside
The security of the world is no
where to be found.
It seems the world has change
her garment?
The world is clocking to an end.

When he was departing he left
a message holiness and
repentance, for the criteria
of all souls to certify the
departure for his second coming
with the world, those who
rebel him shall be abandon.

All habitant of life pleading
be unto you, I beg you
let us find a way of holiness,
for our direct passport of
rapture.
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