As the thrown of God descends to our sky,
The angels will sing a menacing tune.
The masses will dread their punishment before it arrives,
For the sun will be only a mile above us.
A day all of creation are gathered on a barren land with nowhere to hide from the His wrath,
Call upon your idols for refuge and there will be no answer.
His believers will know no fear or sorrow,
And those who had made a mockery out of Him will certainly be humbled,
For all life returns to God.
- JJ