pens of men

Written for the admonition upon whoms the ends of the world would come These men walked as epistles yet to this they were dumb It was as if God made them a pen Bled out before his people in them and in him Imaginations foretold to be contiuously evil There is a garden and our lives lived out as a sequal walking in the midnight hour and seeking comfort in a feeling The dreams we have and our desires are that that will be killing