But see amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude:
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
But see amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude:
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
The Messenger of Death seizes and holds her, and does not tell anyone his secret. And her loved ones - in an instant, they move on, leaving her all alone. She wrings her hands, her body writhes in pain, and she turns from black to white.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again The eternal years of God are hers But error, wounded, writhes in pain, and dies among his worshippers.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories