The Empty Bottle
© By: Murwyn Hancock

Too occupied with life
and its doings
housework,job
red lights,green
up at 4:30 am,
can't breathe,stifled
24 seven they reply
why?
the bottle is now dry
the oil well is emptied
Look!
TO THE EAST......
God is coming
make ready ....trimmed
new oil put in....
New robe....
Behold The BrideGroom!
Soon.....




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