In the Dugout

A vast array of shadows brings forth mystery. Upon whom my soul shall place it’s final decree. Each dimming hour I hear whispers in the dark. Freaky in the darkness, voices do lark. Which way do I turn to avoid these mordant schemes? Apparitions haunt my mind increasing in my dreams. There is no victory in the still of disoriented perception. There is probing to be completed in each unknowing question. Intertwined within’ the mind is a convolution of doors. Why do we immerse ourselves in corporeal, poignant, righteous wars? Who has the authority to declare to the other that His values are wrong? Why are we not all marching to the waft of the triumphant battle song? For the melody is vindicated, the arrival has long been planned. Soon He will play His tune and civilization will be under reprimand. To what extent does one fall into the eclipsing of the eyes? For the declaration of God to this day, so coherently complies. But upon the judgment of man, one shall surrender to his own will. Upon the spirit of those left inaccessible, desolation shall in them fill. Shortly after this day emerges seven years shall be the mark. Of the command of the antichrist, the prince of the dark. Victims will fall among many who acquiesce to take his path. Swayed by deceit deeming Satan’s enticing wrath. Though some will confess that what they disregarded was true. No one can fathom the Hell on Earth they will go through. So please I ask on this day why wait if you have doubt? The ball field is the Lord’s but there are demons in the dugout. Pick up your bat put your guard on, wear it as a team. For the Lord’s arrival is near and laudable unlike the devils’ scheme. He detects his day will befall soon and in the nadir he will fall. Please be on the victorious team and answer the Lord’s call. In the shadows the prowler will lurk sending whispers out your way. You feel the Lord pulling at your heartstrings don’t delay another day. No one is knowledgeable of the precise day the battle Armageddon will begin. But across the world prophecies are illuminating the pages within. One day before long we all shall face the Trinity of all men. Ask the Lord into your life, He will pardon all your sin. Do not wait until the time has come to pass. You never know which day whereupon this Earth will be your last. Written March 15th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 12:23 PM PST, Tina Leonard   0 • 13