Dust Rises from the Ground of every step that i make,

making me dizzy of every sip of alcohol that i take.

i never thought i would see,

the Prophecy of Jesus Christ coming to reality.

maybe i should go back home and Dust off the Holy book,

maybe it can help me to be ushered into Heaven.

still focusing my eyes on the bright height,

Giving me hope to survive that night.

tell me, is this what i'm seeing.

the prophecy of Jesus Christ? or

maybe it is because of sins of Humanity?

i began to witness my weakness as i saw every scene in action,

In which kingdoms rise against kingdoms,

nations against Nations.

i Begun to question myself "is the End at Hand?"

my soul trembled upon seen a fertile land producing food no more.

this Simple meant Famine,

before i would even say this land is mine.

I had to move ahead With tears on my face,

With fears in my heart.

i Looked at straight into the eyes of the Man,

Who seemed to be Surprised with the presene of the Drunken man.

without any form of realisation that He was a prophet,

in fact, a false prophet.

taking Advantage of my dizzyness,

he delivered a prophecy which i denied

without altering any word, I thought of Watering my tongue

with things of the world.

at a point thengo Ahead, 

A lot of things have gone missing the purpose why i was bone

cause everytime i set my eyes on look like a dry bone.

i fear maybe tomorrow i can be filled with sorrow.

of All things i have witness, 

But i just had to forget about it and move forward

toward the light that shined that night.