Blood and Moon Haze (A Prophecy in the Making)

I think of you as a great Divine King, your throne is of gold and pearl!

As you look down from your throne room, past our moon of stone

And high walls, to block the sun—I see on the horizon blood and haze

Not far beyond, in this cosmic dream…

Yet you are merciful—yet I see you will soon send death to the world

And little, to no eternal peace—

Thus I see the greatest earthquake that could ever be laboring 

To strike out, throughout the United States—pale as an out of breath

Hunchback, shuffling within a labyrinth to escape; thus, mankind

Will be frozen with fear awakening in the middle of night

Awaiting the aftershocks, tremors, daily, under fear and dismay…

The massive earthquake with stretch the United States

So the papers read throughout the world: Asia will be stunned! 

Its newspaper readers…I see them, one by one, clustered, under the sun!

Miraculously stunned at what God has done! And they can even hear

Death tapping at every door ten-thousand miles away;

And only you with the keys to the vault my Lord of Lords—

You are the arbiter.

The fates of Europe and Asia—will also see the blood, and moon

Haze, signs in the heavens, in the cosmos; hence, the moon will

Turn red causing periods of darkness over earth’s surface and for you…

You the meanest minds of time, and the cunning, the dirt of the

World, they will come for—

The opulent treacherous demons, harlots, the great promise, Death!

Your cousin the devil, he is here and he is coming to your door—

And Death behind him, will mourn no more…!

And to whom men turn, Christ warns!

There will be an earth shake, triggering numerous earthquakes—

And the scientist will not be able to explain,

Only supernatural intervention can.

Look for the blood and moon haze!

Millions will parish, the pale saints, the lions in the desert, Wall Street!

And the eagle will fly with one wing…God willing!

And if we do not turn and bow down our heads, no one will be fed;

Death will straggle with tricks and cunning, with scorched lands

And dread. Gold and silver will buy no bread, only land will be valued:

And therefore, all I need to say has been said.

#3349 (5-9-2012)

Note: In the book “The Last Trumpet and the Woodbridge Demon” 2002, the author writes about the visions he had in 1984. Many have come true, and now he writes his poem of the one yet to come, that he foresaw in one of his visions, a reminder, they are not all fulfilled. He says “I do not need to account for my visions, they have all come to pass, and so will this one, so don’t ask for justification, the results have proven them correct.”