The Window
© By: Timothy N. Rigsby (12/8/2015)
I went to the window, and I watched, as the world went by.
I saw the little children crawling; with sad and teary eyes.
The sky above them was falling, as the hounds of death came calling.
I went to the window, and I watched, as I cried.
The world around us was dying, without a cloud in the sky.
Life we once knew; now but a lie.
I went to the window, and as I watched I was called.
God came with such vengeance bringing justice to us all.
Now it was vain, to call out his name, for they began to fall.
As I watched from my window, and worshiped in his name
I saw them dying from the heat of the flame
Or was it a dream, and I am just insane?
