Prophetic Dream?
Prophetic Dream?
I'm but a Child! What do I here?
Why this loneliness? Why this fear?
The darkness, an opressive thing
wraps 'round me; It invades my being.
The rain; my fear are one, it seems,
"God help me! Take me from this dream!"
THE TOLL! THE TOLL! A church bell chime,
but only woe it chimes this time.
The sound, so spoken or so I hear,
REPENT! REPENT! THE TIME IS NEAR!
Jutice comes; his name is dread.
GOD PLEASE RETURN ME TO MY BED!
I fear the something I cannot name.
It plays with me its awful game
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