Apocalypse

What do you think of the Apocalypse?
Foretold,
Retold,
Untold,
Bought and sold.

Terrored words of purchased lips;
Words of old,
Words of gold,
Sometimes cold,
Always bold.

Could they be true?
You wished you knew,
As hot air blew,
And terror flew,
Through
Your heart.

I believe they are true;
No matter how bizarre
Or far
From where you are.

But terror does not shake my heart;
I'll face down the fiery dart,
Because I know the author,
And He loves me.

© 1994, 2009 Bob Mason