The Harvest Of Man

Chem-trails criss-cross the sky
in irreverent clouds of beauty and dispair.
On one side the banks sew
the enviroment of economic slavery,
and the social upheaval of Mt.Vesuvius
speak to mankind again and buries
the religions that man made.

In wars we use depleted uranium to bore
through our enemies steel hearts.
Our boys get back radioactive toxins
and other neuro-years of back-lash.

In the place where the universe draws
our breath of tribute to its creator, thus
we think.

The three persons of G-D watch.
In knowledge, in their Time,
our consequence.

Their plan formed before
Time and Space held
the endless spheres,
and glorious colors of prayer.

Now the thunder draws closer
at the door of Salvation.
Who's enemies is all men's
shadow, when life has crossed
this deceit from all sides.