As we salute another sun
I feel I want run
Deceptions are everywhere
Shatan is calling me
Nagging me with his evil whispers
Asking me, will I play the game

Every night I weep in my sleep
There is a fear driven into me
Visitors come speaking of the hour
That from the light of a tower
You will see humanity
Stretched forth abundantly
There will blow a horn
And we will be torn from this world

Powerful poem.
Thanks for sharing.

~Greetings

Silke