tick tock, growling thunder, <br />fire falling from the sky.... <br />the ghosts of death <br /> <br />walk among us.... <br />with faces we can <br />almost remember, almost... <br /> <br />nowhere to hide! <br />cant wipe the taste <br />from our lips.... <br /> <br />we look in the mirror <br />at swords drawn <br />and bitter eyes lost <br /> <br />in the blindness and the fury.... <br />self destroys self... <br />tick tock... this aint Jesus calling!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aint-jesus-calling/
