The Apocalypse--A Revelation ... Chapter Four
The Apocalypse--A Revelation ... Chapter Four
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As the bearded young professor commands the stage
continues professions of evidence against the one "who laid the foundation of the earth, and who formed the spirit of man within him"*
Sabrina herself wants to rise up,
spring into action
with a eloquent speech.
She envisions herself now
as if suited elegantly in navy blue
with white pinstripe, the accent to this sober hue
to righteously impeach
though, not strolling the stage
puffed up in self-glorification
to honestly beseech:
"There is One who dwells
above the circle
of the earth,
And its inhabitants are like grasshoppers.
He is stretching out the heavens
like a fine gauze,
And he spreads them out
like a tent to dwell in.
He reduces high officials to nothing
And makes the judges of the earth an unreality.
They are hardly planted,
They are hardly sown,
Their stem has hardly taken root in the earth,
And they are blown on
and dry up,
And the wind carries them away like stubble.
“To whom can you liken me to make me his equal?”
says the Holy One.
“Lift up your eyes to heaven and see.
Who has created these things?
It is the One who brings out their army by number;
He calls them all by name.
Because of his vast dynamic energy
and his awe-inspiring power,
Not one of them is missing" Sabrina desired
in indignant defense to loyally proclaim
not remain settled in student seat
staid to meekly repeat biased information
any future international hope
to unintelligently deplete
spiraling mankind into terrorism
since 'survival of the fittest'
endangers even the universe
despite artistic movies depicting
superheroes or defense from aliens
heroisms
as commercial greed, envy and power
darken our next day's horizons into a promise of
eventual nothingness;
absolutely bleak
although haughtiness
or self-proclaimed intelligence
a remedy sly as Hitler's thought
to arrogantly seek:
exterminate the undesirables
poor, old, or just otherwise
weak.
The professor pauses
glances Sabrina's way:
"Ah! Sabrina...
It's look like you have something to say.
Stand up and speak
since I've noticed many a day
disagreeable vibes you continually spit my way
as if my position of instructor
you, as to do a dragon,
want to courageously slay.
I'll give you your opportunity
me and your fellow students to sway--"
"Desculpe me..."
she in her mind
nervously did think to respond
as in speaking in agitation often
with her aggravated mom.
Easing to the edge of her seat
sideways she sheepishly peeks
feeling a sticky web situation had just spun
as with shock in his eyes and hands behind his back
but head cocked forward
he spitefully asks: "What language is that!"
invoking an instantaneous round of giggles
and a coughing attack.
Sabrina eyes rapidly blink...
She finally manages to stand
as a bit of perspiration moistens her clutched hands
her armpits too begin to gently seep.
"Portuguese, sir."
"I thought you were Asian and Black"
he parleys this now as if contradicted in fact.
"Where does Portuguese come into play
in your history's track?"
Sabrina holds herself steady
as she remembers: "The naïve person believes every word,
but the shrewd one
ponders each step."^
"I have dual citizenship, Sir.
Born in Rio, but raised in the States, she explains
without too much hesitate,
"My dad was a veteran.
Then he moved to Brazil where he met my mother."}
She being Vietnamese
to the professor she did not hastily spill.
"So, Sabrina of dual citizenship,
just what do you know?
For your final exam
to the class you will expertly show.
Who would like to help Sabrina
in excellence to glow?" he leans forward
searching the amused crowd.
"Well now... Mr. Wayne Kang.
Another of mixed Asian ancestry sprang
agrees to partner thee."
As inside Sabrina, whose body
twisted in haste to see,
when a dizziness increases
to almost buckle her knees,
horrified
she, as the whole class roars in laughter
as if an audience to a late night comedy.
Her stance:
a portrait of quantified misery
their diversity
unified
in juvenile glee... TO BE CONT'D
.
As the bearded young professor commands the stage
continues professions of evidence against the one "who laid the foundation of the earth, and who formed the spirit of man within him"*
Sabrina herself wants to rise up,
spring into action
with a eloquent speech.
She envisions herself now
as if suited elegantly in navy blue
with white pinstripe, the accent to this sober hue
to righteously impeach
though, not strolling the stage
puffed up in self-glorification
to honestly beseech:
"There is One who dwells
above the circle
of the earth,
And its inhabitants are like grasshoppers.
He is stretching out the heavens
like a fine gauze,
And he spreads them out
like a tent to dwell in.
He reduces high officials to nothing
And makes the judges of the earth an unreality.
They are hardly planted,
They are hardly sown,
Their stem has hardly taken root in the earth,
And they are blown on
and dry up,
And the wind carries them away like stubble.
“To whom can you liken me to make me his equal?”
says the Holy One.
“Lift up your eyes to heaven and see.
Who has created these things?
It is the One who brings out their army by number;
He calls them all by name.
Because of his vast dynamic energy
and his awe-inspiring power,
Not one of them is missing" Sabrina desired
in indignant defense to loyally proclaim
not remain settled in student seat
staid to meekly repeat biased information
any future international hope
to unintelligently deplete
spiraling mankind into terrorism
since 'survival of the fittest'
endangers even the universe
despite artistic movies depicting
superheroes or defense from aliens
heroisms
as commercial greed, envy and power
darken our next day's horizons into a promise of
eventual nothingness;
absolutely bleak
although haughtiness
or self-proclaimed intelligence
a remedy sly as Hitler's thought
to arrogantly seek:
exterminate the undesirables
poor, old, or just otherwise
weak.
The professor pauses
glances Sabrina's way:
"Ah! Sabrina...
It's look like you have something to say.
Stand up and speak
since I've noticed many a day
disagreeable vibes you continually spit my way
as if my position of instructor
you, as to do a dragon,
want to courageously slay.
I'll give you your opportunity
me and your fellow students to sway--"
"Desculpe me..."
she in her mind
nervously did think to respond
as in speaking in agitation often
with her aggravated mom.
Easing to the edge of her seat
sideways she sheepishly peeks
feeling a sticky web situation had just spun
as with shock in his eyes and hands behind his back
but head cocked forward
he spitefully asks: "What language is that!"
invoking an instantaneous round of giggles
and a coughing attack.
Sabrina eyes rapidly blink...
She finally manages to stand
as a bit of perspiration moistens her clutched hands
her armpits too begin to gently seep.
"Portuguese, sir."
"I thought you were Asian and Black"
he parleys this now as if contradicted in fact.
"Where does Portuguese come into play
in your history's track?"
Sabrina holds herself steady
as she remembers: "The naïve person believes every word,
but the shrewd one
ponders each step."^
"I have dual citizenship, Sir.
Born in Rio, but raised in the States, she explains
without too much hesitate,
"My dad was a veteran.
Then he moved to Brazil where he met my mother."}
She being Vietnamese
to the professor she did not hastily spill.
"So, Sabrina of dual citizenship,
just what do you know?
For your final exam
to the class you will expertly show.
Who would like to help Sabrina
in excellence to glow?" he leans forward
searching the amused crowd.
"Well now... Mr. Wayne Kang.
Another of mixed Asian ancestry sprang
agrees to partner thee."
As inside Sabrina, whose body
twisted in haste to see,
when a dizziness increases
to almost buckle her knees,
horrified
she, as the whole class roars in laughter
as if an audience to a late night comedy.
Her stance:
a portrait of quantified misery
their diversity
unified
in juvenile glee... TO BE CONT'D
.
Zech. 12:1; Isa. 40:22-26: Prov. 14:15.
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