The
small fire in the woods
The
gathering of black hooded humans
They
show no face but stay quiet
Watching
the dancing flames
Occasionally
some will recite prayers
With
the fire glowing in the dark
Nobody
wants to talk in the woods
They
just sit and watch the flames
One
looks up and sees lightning
Striking
the dark sky into bright lights
“Our
Lord is coming
The
angels of light showing the way”
The
black hooded humans look up
Eyes
scanning the black sky
The
lightning flashes in their eyes
A
bright light slowly descending
They
begin to sing
In
the small fire around them
The
dark woods turning bright
As
the light blossoms wide
“My
children
You
are bad in this world
You
are suppose to spread my Words
You
go about it in the wrong way
Now
wake up and do the right
You
don't have much time to mend your ways
You
have your chance to make it
Learn
it now before you are gone”
The
bright light disappears
The
hooded humans pray in silence
With
the small fire around them
The
sing the praises of the Creator
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