MILLSTONE
mushroom clouds in their eyes
they know the end is near.
innocence tells no lies,
truth written with a tear.
infants wear masks of death
the day of the vision.
it rises from the depths,
the beast known as legion.
everywhere that i turn
the vision follows me.
parents blind as strollers burn,
while walking to the sea.
they greet him with a smile,
bathing dark in false light.
the children all this while,
the only ones with sight.
visages of aged men
the children sadly wear.
frightened eyes wide open
see the prince of the air.
with many signs and wonders,
the masses are deceived.
to hell he swiftly luers,
the ones that once believed.
far off in the distance,
i see Our Father weep,
as satan gets his chance
to scatter all the sheep.
some stop and understand.
they take the narrow path.
most lead children by hand
into the serpent's wrath.
izzie - sept, 95