AN END TO COME

The ending time has come,
The earth begins to rust,
The sky it fills with blood,
Command from God above.

Regurgitation,
From the bowels of Hell,
Releases evil souls,
From their holding cells,
Chaotic demons,
Over run the land,
Killing every living soul,
Of every man.

The moon reflects the darkness,
That infects the land,
Covering the surface,
Like a Godly hand.

Evil souls are stricken,
While the loved still bear to stand,
Carefully selected,
By an unmistaking hand,
The sound of trumpets,
Echoes through the land,
The light of angels,
Guides you to His hand.

©1999 Richard Alan Brodeur II

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