The end times are upon us
Relentless in its fury
Pestilence, war and chaos
And all around, misery!
Four horsemen sped and traveled
The earth, its every corner
The whole wide world unraveled
Bitter sorrows thereafter
Dark clouds rise, the sky grows dim
And fire falls from Heaven’s might
Nations tremble; kingdoms grim
Consumed in the endless night
Rivers dry and forests burn
Plagues take root in barren lands
Hearts grow cold as people turn
Falling to destruction’s hands
Time to migrate to the hills
Signs of doom in skies so gray
Leave behind all earthly frills
As the light begins to stray
Troubles for Sabbath-keepers
But soon, the Second Coming
Faith shall light true believers
Here it comes! Everlasting!
05-01-2025
© Vic Evora