RajahJun

The deadly scourge went on the rampage,  beyond the silk road and seas.  Sowing fear and death to all ages;  bringing us to our knees.  We shut the door to spare us,  and waited till we're free.  But the hourglass flipped twice over;  snatched back our glee.  Doors locked once more trapping despair.  Whom do we lift our plea?  We beg for hope in this uncertainty.  Is it found in life's modernity?  Hope did sprung from antiquity,  from the Light that shined on Saul;  On the dusty road to Damascus,  will shine on us all through eternity.  JRF 

Adam and Eve banished from Eden, Shares the road with the four dreaded horsemen. Their frightful blows stuns like Medusa's gaze, They be cast in stone beneath Pompeii. Humanity bruised, bloodied and broken, Lie waiting on death throes along the dusty road. When none but the dying ember remains; A flicker, a prayer, an outstretched hand; Rises man from the ashes like the Phoenix. From the bowels of Hell redeemed; From the jaws of death resurrected; The human spirit thus prevails.