Joshua Bailey's Blog (6)

The queen of heaven knows her name,

so we pray the king of said opened the gates.…

Poem's bone sword both built and broke the mould your soul was formed in, no remorse shown from the four horsemen.

Into the night we're sworn in. So shake your head?

No, shake hands with hell's triple headed hound, bipolar, time is half past a smile towards a frown.

Apocalypse countdown mind the warning sights on your forehead swipe your life under the doormat…

Who are the holy?

Who will be made whole?

Woe to those who adorn themselves with sackcloth yet mourn not.

For the worthy shall inherit the scoffers crops on that day.

When all those standing falsely shall fall,

and all mouths mocking shall halt.

The bride's…

Nabaioth, Kedar, Abdeel, Mibsam, Yehuda rachem.

Mishma, Dumah, Massa, Hadad, rachem Yehuda.

Tema, Jetur, Naphish, Kedemah, chavera Ishmael yom evra.…

If Satan is naked G-d is locked up in a basement broken kneed praying.

Will we won't be saved? it's nearly evening, so split the atom part the seas,…

least thought but not last, the 3rd second goes forth,

into the almost forgotten first past once again as always,

lost for words, forked tongue passed the turn,

at the top of a hill in a bottomless well, ashes burned,

shadows cast the urn, morgue mathematics,

the molten quill tip drips liquid crystal fractals backwards,

as sand splashes in floating hourglasses afterwords,

weight/wait less no matter, black holes orbit over all of the holiest…