Poetry competition CLOSED 21st December 2011 3:33am
WINNER
Sicx
Sicx
RUNNER-UP:
Chandler
End Of The World
End time
The world will stand still
there will be no noise
there will be no air
the sun will not shine
the moon will be high up there
still, in its grey glory
From the east the rustle of angels wing
will be heard while from the west anger trumpets
the south shall be quiet
as is the North
War
from the east silent death from the air
set free from a laboratory
from the west, trumpets of missiles, raining fire and iron
set free with human fury
War will triumph
and humankind will lose...
The world will stand still
there will be no noise
there will be no air
the sun will not shine
the moon will be high up there
still, in its grey glory
From the east the rustle of angels wing
will be heard while from the west anger trumpets
the south shall be quiet
as is the North
War
from the east silent death from the air
set free from a laboratory
from the west, trumpets of missiles, raining fire and iron
set free with human fury
War will triumph
and humankind will lose...
well when I was over your part of this world it was if i remember correctly 4-5 hrs behind where I am , on the east of the US that is I think lol so say about between 9pm eastern time on the 20th to 6am the 21st roughly ha ha ha omg does that make sense ?
Feathers falling from the sky,
like petals from a rose held high.
They dance and float as they slide down,
covering the sacred ground.
A carpet that is soft as snow,
the feathers have no place to go.
They cover all the land we know,
they brighten up and light the show.
Angels dropped them from above,
there sent to cushion us with love.
You see them as you walk through town,
they cover all the sacred ground.
Why do the feathers fall from skies,
there love it shines from somewhere high.
To walk upon this silver cloud,
It leaves a path that can't be found.
Why would you need to hide your path,
there's something hidden that won't last.
I wonder why the feathers fall,
there is reason for it all.
You pick one up, and then you look,
you'll see the story of a crook.
A magic feather lost in time,
it holds the secrets that are mine.
The secrets that it keeps are true,
He only wants to share with you.
The magic that has come through time,
you see it clearer when it shines.
Feathers falling from the sky,
I think in life we're going to die.
They dance and float as time goes by,
the feathers sometimes make me cry.
like petals from a rose held high.
They dance and float as they slide down,
covering the sacred ground.
A carpet that is soft as snow,
the feathers have no place to go.
They cover all the land we know,
they brighten up and light the show.
Angels dropped them from above,
there sent to cushion us with love.
You see them as you walk through town,
they cover all the sacred ground.
Why do the feathers fall from skies,
there love it shines from somewhere high.
To walk upon this silver cloud,
It leaves a path that can't be found.
Why would you need to hide your path,
there's something hidden that won't last.
I wonder why the feathers fall,
there is reason for it all.
You pick one up, and then you look,
you'll see the story of a crook.
A magic feather lost in time,
it holds the secrets that are mine.
The secrets that it keeps are true,
He only wants to share with you.
The magic that has come through time,
you see it clearer when it shines.
Feathers falling from the sky,
I think in life we're going to die.
They dance and float as time goes by,
the feathers sometimes make me cry.
It's sealed so tight,
we cannot see,
who holds the secret of the keys.
Seven seals there locked within,
it holds the secret of all sin.
It can't be opened,
we don't know why,
I wonder if it's full of lies.
A scroll from God to set us free,
I wonder if he'll save the tree.
They sealed it up so we can't see,
the secret of the sacred tree.
The tree it means so much to me,
it saves our life,
it makes us free.
With seven seals it can't be seen,
I wonder if it's ever been.
Sometimes we sit alone and stare,
we sit and stare cause he's not there.
He's never there, and doesn't care,
I often think that it's not fair.
Does he want to come see,
the future life of you and me.
Its golden fleece,
it shines so bright,
the lamb of god shines in the night.
The lamb sleeps underneath the tree,
I wonder if he has the keys.
The keys to open up the seals,
the tree of life will be revealed.
He has to have the purest heart,
he always had it form the start.
The lamb he opens up the seals,
the tree of life will be revealed.
The seven angels are now free,
there free to see the sacred tree.
I wonder what they'll make of him,
the tree of life it has no sin.
The tree has been there all through time,
he saw the light begin to shine.
his roots go deep into the ground,
they seek out things that can't be found.
He holds a secret,
that can't be found,
cause its buried in the ground.
If your like me and want to see,
the secret of the sacred tree,
well look within and you will find,
a secret thats been brought through time.
There is no secret,
only me,
I am the magic bumble bee.
we cannot see,
who holds the secret of the keys.
Seven seals there locked within,
it holds the secret of all sin.
It can't be opened,
we don't know why,
I wonder if it's full of lies.
A scroll from God to set us free,
I wonder if he'll save the tree.
They sealed it up so we can't see,
the secret of the sacred tree.
The tree it means so much to me,
it saves our life,
it makes us free.
With seven seals it can't be seen,
I wonder if it's ever been.
Sometimes we sit alone and stare,
we sit and stare cause he's not there.
He's never there, and doesn't care,
I often think that it's not fair.
Does he want to come see,
the future life of you and me.
Its golden fleece,
it shines so bright,
the lamb of god shines in the night.
The lamb sleeps underneath the tree,
I wonder if he has the keys.
The keys to open up the seals,
the tree of life will be revealed.
He has to have the purest heart,
he always had it form the start.
The lamb he opens up the seals,
the tree of life will be revealed.
The seven angels are now free,
there free to see the sacred tree.
I wonder what they'll make of him,
the tree of life it has no sin.
The tree has been there all through time,
he saw the light begin to shine.
his roots go deep into the ground,
they seek out things that can't be found.
He holds a secret,
that can't be found,
cause its buried in the ground.
If your like me and want to see,
the secret of the sacred tree,
well look within and you will find,
a secret thats been brought through time.
There is no secret,
only me,
I am the magic bumble bee.
The cloud'll burst into flames
The sun will grow dark
The world'll shake in terror
People will run helter skelter
The media will provide theories
Distress calls
Distant wailings
Trumpets sounding
The Heavens opening
A majestic appearance
Fury Glory and Power
Faces will go pale
Traces of shame
Soul will wish and pray
But there wont be another day
The sun will grow dark
The world'll shake in terror
People will run helter skelter
The media will provide theories
Distress calls
Distant wailings
Trumpets sounding
The Heavens opening
A majestic appearance
Fury Glory and Power
Faces will go pale
Traces of shame
Soul will wish and pray
But there wont be another day
