YES I KNEW, HE'S GOING TO DIE.
Sadly!! the night before the precarious incident i saw the dark coated clouds wheel wide on air in a circular motion, tilting ,cleaving apart to that of blatant impossibilities.
The scenario was as silent as a grave yard scheming harshly with the wailing wind, flashing conspiratorial grin towards the moonless dark dome.
I discern the glowing rage just as the Astrologers count stars and give them names just as they please, forecast the weather and name the cloud faces.
Within me the gentle clouds were as if caught in deeps weeping uncontrollably with thunder and lightening, with fierce winds which seems to an ordinary man as nothing.
The sparkling stars were struggling with the glimmering moon.
penetrating through its shadow through the silent scene and sway through Dads room.
Dad was wrapped in a deep slumber on the sick bed inscribed "bed56". I lay beside him and slept off. It seemed to me as an another world.
where trees speaks and mountains bow in reference to man. on that isle cold rains were pattering, dripping through dry leaves crippling to the ground.
Behind these dry leaves were a hooded figure with a scythe whose forehead were marked with a dreary sign partly like a demonic star thing {✡},
His chest were inscribed "I'm rest not restlessness, son of man embrace me"!!
Down to his stomach were like an embossment capitalized"BEAST OF NO NATION.
This symbolizes death, spirit that take men unaware.
©ebube
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