AND IT SHALL COME TO PASS 

(BY RONNIE TUCKER)

Lo and behold and when he came

He brought forth the locusts

To devour all around him

Upon his face he wore a smile

And set forth his seal

And with him he unleashed darkness

Surrounded with howling winds

As his footsteps trampled the desecrated

grounds

In mourning a witches tit is suckled

As chaos abounds with a serpent’s kiss

Spontaneous and rabid

The hounds of hell are unleashed

Muddying the waters with disease

Lo and behold a gaping wound is opened

Weird scenes become the gold mine

Through panes called eyes windows to the soul

Reflecting the visions in Revelations

Awaiting the Miracle man to perform wonders from beyond

Out of the spit of Humanity

To open the Doors of perception

At the mountains of Madness

The cauldrons boil in the sorcerer’s brew

Let the daemons be flayed

3 moons shall pass in 6 sunsets

Give a moment and the beast his dew

For nought let the devil steal the movements

In the preludes to distorted muzak

Like sheep who are led to slaughter

We are children of the New Order

Performing in a vigil as Black Madonnas weep

Time to cross the Bridge of death with sighs

As pestilence reigns

Solitude in the seasons of hell

As Angel’s fall one by one

In the Battle for Humanity’s soul

Taste the tears of the Red Haired Witch

For she weeps nought for us

But for the Dragons to return

That have laid Dormant for so long

Time to unleash their blue flames again

The smell of Sulfur and Brimstone fill the air

As priests chant their soliqueys backwards

Awaiting divine Reckoning

For with him he brings the halo of flies

And the Host of disorder sets his sights in the Spit of Prophecy.

Poet Introduction:-

Ronnie Tucker.He was born in a small town in United States a country town lived there all his life been a poet since 14 years old for over 47 years just got recognized in poetry groups. All his poems and pieces are spontaneous what comes out he post.