Cause when the last is yet to come
Sunrise or the set of sun
The only thing I’ll think about
Will be the mighty, everlasting power of thy god
So hold me tight and hold me near
For this breath-a-taking beast
Shall sooner than later cease to exist
And you might be my only “dear “
I watch the sparkling sky
Filled with what was once alive
And gaze into the blinding light
Of the shadow of the night
I see the monsters but I also see the good
That’s been kept in hiding by the man who once has stood
On the mighty land of Earth
For who’s miracle was birth
Poetry 