The Lord gave his only son for our mortal souls
With mercy he lets us grow
But yet one day you should know
He will judge are tainted souls
Try to run and he will find
Try to live and he will let die
Feel the pain his Son felt for you
All because we can’t hold true
The Lord once made a great flood
This time instead of rain it will be of our blood
Flames of Hell will rise
Black acid will fall from the skies
Men, Woman, and children will cry
There burning flesh what a mess
Billions of bodies already burned
Yet even more will still await there turn
All of this could have been prevented
But instead we went unattended
This is the price we must pay
For our Lord anyway
So soon enough just look above
And as far as your eyes can see
The sky a crimson red
And all the clouds drenched in blood
Only then
Will are judgment day
Finally arrive
PoEM By: -=)DarkTwiLighT(=-