Something powerful moves within me, it shakes up the earth at my feet and causes the seas to rise. Mountains are moved, clouds are shifted and storms are cast away.
They sing songs of war and victory; a rebel's old dream of overthrown thrones and the fall of kings and whole kingdoms, while the storm brews overhead. Thunder and lightning, gathering to strike them dead at a command. Power.
There are spirits intertwined between their words, promises that will always be broken intermixed in their actions and thousands listen to them, hold them in high esteem.
A whole people gather to drink from their cup, pouring the poison down their already engorged bellies. And spirits murmur, as they quake to their death. The death of a spirit is the result of destruction.
Whole cities will be destroyed, all that man has worked for, quenched. Their usurped empires will be ground to dirt, and their delusive power will be shown as nothing.
A man in authority over men has power, but he is nothing in the midst of a man who has authority over the heavens and the earth. One who is in command, both in the physical and spiritual realm.
So you who mourn will be comforted, and you who hunger, will hunger no more. All the last shall be first. You who weep now, shall laugh again and all the lonely, will be lonely no more.
All the last shall be first.
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I like this piece Tosin. Apocalyptic in a sense. Very descriptive and full of meaning. I can feel it painting a picture of an obese world full of pride and loathing of God. Great job!
Only one critique and it is a problem I have as well, that is why I point it out. The usage of commas can be excessive. The last paragraph is a good example. Maybe one comma in each of the sentences that use two commas. The first commas I would keep. The second commas I believe aren't necessary.
Very nicely done!