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"And I beheld, and heard the voice of one eagle flying through the midst of heaven,
saying with a loud voice: Woe, woe, woe to the inhabitants of the earth....
[Apocalypse (Revelation) 8:13]

Saturday, December 16, 2017

POEM: SHADOWS OF THE EVENING



POEM: SHADOWS OF THE EVENING
By:  Eric Gajewski
Jeremiah 6:4  “…woe unto us, for the day is declined, for the shadows of the evening are grown longer."

 Please enjoy my latest poem from the work, "Fortress of the Soul". Ave Maria!

Press play and listen along as you read the poem below

Woe unto us!

A chasm of lust, opens up

Sinkholes of self-love devouring souls,

Nay, let the violin of retribution play

Let the piano chords accuse men of their sin this day

Nigh, for, truth, is now despised

The wicked, once hiding,

Now step forth from behind their crooked smiles

Shouting let our “messiah” arise

Men filled with hearts of corruption

Horrible sounds heard from on high

And loud booms occupy, this blood-stained earth

Yea, the faith of men now tried

For everywhere is found false signs and lying wonders

Transgression’s piling, mounting, to meet these darkened skies

Vices of all kinds now rule,

These men of “reason and science” with words malign

Who have opened up the Abyss with the Keys named Hades

Play nothing but the fool,

The earth, in all her drudge and muck, is struck with lightning

To match men’s blasphemies’

Thunders pounding the crime filled cities

Earthquakes engulfing whole countries

Men, with nowhere to hide, as Death speaks loudly

For they, boldly, think themselves, more to be, then what they are

In their Self- glorifying…

Yea, swimming is the lost,

Amidst these “filthy seas” drowning amidst their dirty deeds

Frozen scum, these evil ones, drifting, upon the “ponds of iniquities”

As the seasons change, men now dying

Due to fright as the heavenly bodies

Lose their own way of regularity

Lying, are these “armies of the dead”

Who work amongst the nations, shewing false prodigies

Chaos, confusion sown

Let the faithful beware!

And cast upon Him all worry, concern and care

For the “chalice of the damned” is drunk by the majority

Woe unto us,

The day no more to be found

Drunken souls begging for Heaven’s vengeance

Sorrowful tears below playing in tune with the angelic chorus

For now, is the time of the King’s Justice

Priests, too, calling down God’s heavy hand with their evil lives

By their irreverence’s, lies, impiety and heresy

Yea, the holy mysteries are mocked!

There is found only love of honor, pleasures and money

Hearts sown as one with the “demons dung”, O’ ye worldly!

These streets are filled with the sewers of impurity

Pornography prevails, thus, no longer shall there be mercy

No longer is seen a worthy Offering

But God will strike in unparalleled fashion

And do so suddenly….

Woe to thee ungodly,

So many evils to endure at once

To blind the most innocent eyes just trying to see purely

Nay, a grand conspiracy, by the Church’s enemies

Woven by the calloused hands of the various “secret societies’

O’ but where are the eagles?

Who under the Mantle of Mary are hiding?

Living in poverty, humility and chastity?

Have we not, in the past, also, danced in the dark, for far too long?

Have we not, also dined, unfortunately, with the devils, O’ so eloquently?

Woe unto us!

Sadly, all hell, shall we, now incur

For the day is declined,

This stiff Breeze is telling me, as it grows even stronger

That the night is perpetually upon us…

And the shadows of the evening are grown much longer (Jer 6:4)


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