My face too turns pale from trouble within
I see the fourth beast swallow again
People devoured - Worlds are sucked in
Kings overpower not one man of sin
At this time the darkness ready to be
Times in an instant with nowhere to flee
And half a time by this authority
Forever advances from eternity
So true a few believe not of their mind
The language the words of which angel defines
For linear moments on down the line
The Ancient of Days delivers in time
©2011 Gary Ottoson | Daniel 7
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