The end is near
a battle wages on warda fire burns red glare
a tempest roars wildly
a tornado spins in might
the thunder rolls in anger
the earth quakes in fear
the people run and hide
and scream but who will hear
the rain it pours in oceans
the rivers run away
the darkness covers up their sins
the strong holds turn to clay
sunshine will not come out
winter will not give in
love has abonded hope
and all the friends are fiends
hope will not die
faith is there but weak
grace will save the multitude
listen when he speaks
truth shall prosper
freedom shall pervail
victory is already won
and over come their hell
God shall judge the enemies
the son shall pleade their souls
the spirit shall convict them all
of these creatures of old
salvation shall restore them
resurection revive their bones
and mercy shall keep them
until its time to go home.
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