the end.

[onlyzc]

the time is growing near;
listen too and you shall hear,
for each prophet has made it clear:


here and there,
each being has been made ware:
take faith and prepare-

our resolution is at hand;
although each a grain of sand,
all are called to unite and stand

 

[Tissue]

Ok, to be honest, this poem was rather choppy and uneven. You put punctuation in the weirdest places, you don't capitalize the first word of each sentence/line (though, this is really a personal preference), and your syllables are off.

In it's defense, I did like the last stanza. You really need to polish this off and fix it up quite a bit, because it's lacking.

Keep trying,
-Tissue