The Final Hour

On a notion of fear the end of the line is near opening of the gates of hell on a starless night for let it be written, when the clock strikes 12 the reaper well ring the bell ,one final spin the river of poisons cease to exists, the windows close with windless tides the final hour well arrive .
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Posted: Apr 2015

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Comments (2)

beautifulyou
hi honeybear
i've always found these words
quite lovely, on several levels..

'Let nothing disturb you,
let nothing frighten you.
All things pass;
God alone is unchanging...'

-Teresa of Avila rose
honeybear3000
thanks Beautifulyou eaiser said then done when you live in a sneak pit but nothing good is easy nice too see you again too Tresa of avilan ? she a writer I look in to that professor angel handshake
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