End Times Poetry

I see the flames of fire

Burning cross the land

I hear the tears of children

That no one understands



I see the distant thunder

Sinking in quicksand

Of all the foolish dreamers

And all the waisted plans



I see the day a coming

It will not be that long

When all the righteous children

Will sing the victory song



But hold on my brother

You must be strong

Because you have to go through sorrow

Before you'll see the dawn



Now some may call me crazy

And some may say I lie

And some may say it's beyond me

To look beyond the sky



But if you say you're ready

It should not be a surprize

To say that Chirst is coming

Coming for his Bride



But so many are distracted

And lost within their life

Their jobs are more important

Then waiting for the Christ



They do not see the reason

They do not see the rhyme

They do not see the earthquake

The warning or the sign



They gladly waiste their money

Or work themselfs to death

And fill their time with poison

But it's important to have good breath



And so if Christ is coming

We need not worry no

As long as we have a house

To protect us from the snow



An air conditioner would help

You say if it gets too warm

But you do not imagine

Or understand the storm



You sit back eating popcorn

Like there is no alarm

While demons are arising

And you are not informed



I know you are a Christian

I know you go to church

I know you even claim to

Have the second birth



But though you love the Lord

You do not put him first

And all the things you're doing

They have no token worth



I see the flames of fire

Burning cross the land

I see the tears of people

Who do not understand



They will not go to Heaven

Just because they think they're grand

They must repent from sin

To reach the promise land



I know the day is coming

Sooner than you think

When all the righteous children

Will gather in a wink



In a wink of an eye

In a moment-In a moment

The dead shall rise first

Then we at the last trumpet