01-22-2007, 10:01 PM
Revelation 8:10, 11 (Young's Literal Translation)
Rev 8:10  “And the third messenger did sound, and there fell out of the heaven a great star, burning as a lamp, and it did fall upon the third of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters,â€
Rev 8:11 “and the name of the star is called Wormwood, and the third of the waters doth become wormwood, and many of the men did die of the waters, because they were made bitterâ€
Wormwood
A night
enveloped by blackened pitch
turned deep and empty
grim and boundless, from which
the Moon itself had fled
fearing desertion, immersion
and blind, endless dread
The stars
common, ordinary sight
had withered and diminished
to the extent that they might
be neglected from view
fearing desertion, immersion
in the blackened hue Â
The mass
Of the heavens grand creation
Lay in dimensional creases
Hoping to hide from accusation
From sentence of the liar
Fearing desertion, immersion
And judgement of fire Â
An Angel
Before times of evil men
watched as carnal theatre
unfolded in front of him
But now his force abounds
Beloved rightness, brightness
The third trumpet sounds
Behold!
flickering of deep afar Â
From solitary black night
Beginnings of a great star
A lamp, and brighter still
Arching stalling, falling
Towards earth ill-willed   Â
And look…
Pure waters crystal and clean
That give life to mortal men Â
The star fell upon unseen
Deep rivers silent burned
Away from Flowing, glowing
To a slime green they turned
The men
Partaking of the streams Â
Grew sickened from consumption
repulsed and seeking the means
Of relief from the stars glitter
Were bemoaning, groaning
Because waters were made bitter
And now
Supplies of life giving drink
Were divided into a third
As spirit began to shrink
The men did all they could
But Alas!, the vanity, insanity
As their waters became Wormwood     Â
Rev 8:10  “And the third messenger did sound, and there fell out of the heaven a great star, burning as a lamp, and it did fall upon the third of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters,â€
Rev 8:11 “and the name of the star is called Wormwood, and the third of the waters doth become wormwood, and many of the men did die of the waters, because they were made bitterâ€
Wormwood
A night
enveloped by blackened pitch
turned deep and empty
grim and boundless, from which
the Moon itself had fled
fearing desertion, immersion
and blind, endless dread
The stars
common, ordinary sight
had withered and diminished
to the extent that they might
be neglected from view
fearing desertion, immersion
in the blackened hue Â
The mass
Of the heavens grand creation
Lay in dimensional creases
Hoping to hide from accusation
From sentence of the liar
Fearing desertion, immersion
And judgement of fire Â
An Angel
Before times of evil men
watched as carnal theatre
unfolded in front of him
But now his force abounds
Beloved rightness, brightness
The third trumpet sounds
Behold!
flickering of deep afar Â
From solitary black night
Beginnings of a great star
A lamp, and brighter still
Arching stalling, falling
Towards earth ill-willed   Â
And look…
Pure waters crystal and clean
That give life to mortal men Â
The star fell upon unseen
Deep rivers silent burned
Away from Flowing, glowing
To a slime green they turned
The men
Partaking of the streams Â
Grew sickened from consumption
repulsed and seeking the means
Of relief from the stars glitter
Were bemoaning, groaning
Because waters were made bitter
And now
Supplies of life giving drink
Were divided into a third
As spirit began to shrink
The men did all they could
But Alas!, the vanity, insanity
As their waters became Wormwood     Â