Soul Harvest

The time is near; the hour nigh,

Moonbeams droop in a blackened sky.

Blazing sun scorches the land.

Earth erupts in a quivering stand.

Encircling us is ravaging hate,
Lust and greed severs our fate.
I sit and watch as lives unravel,
the boulder of strength now merely gravel.



Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
souls bewildered by mistrust.
Doubt and fear, they give rise;
to muted pleas and mournful cries.



As souls ascend and souls descend,
it is our own that we must mend.
Bringing forth joy, love and peace,
beauty within must never cease.



Firmly tread as the time is here,
to boldly state all we revere.
Harvest of souls its summoning plea.
It's craving you; devouring me.



Come forth and share your wholesome beauty.
Unleash love, as your earthly duty.
Reap what you sow, seek and find.
Then you my friend won't be left behind.


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