We live in an uncertain world
Harsh, cruel, and cold
Whereby humans wish no longer to grow old
Wealth and power are manipulating, dividing, and destroying men's soul
Children are becoming violent and very bold
There's no reassurance in today's world
Man-made Pandemics, disasters, and wars
Has blinded the eyes and hearts of men's divine soul
Lies, betrayal, and greed have become the norm in today's world
People no longer desire to run after the Divine Creator to save their very own soul
What an uncertain world
Hatred, Violence, Lust, and trafficking,
Addictions and Deceitfulness are accepted in this world
Armageddon has begun, and the enemy is on the rise
The battle has taken place and we are non wise
Yah, open our eyes
The Antichrist is here, he has drawn near his disciples are stealing and killing your people's souls
Send out your word to cover and protect your follower's mind, spirit, and soul
For the enemy, the Prince of darkness known as helel (hay-lale) in this world
Does not care for men's hearts, spirits, or soul
He fell upon the earth to eliminate, deceive, possess, and enslave all ignorant and sinful men of today's world
Yah, surround your children and your followers with your love
Grant each courage, wisdom, and faith to stand, and fight
A good fight to overcome the adversaries and Spiritual Warfare to come
For the enemy is here, he is drawing near
Yah, let your word and Spirit
Give your people courage and strength for what is to come.
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Author:
Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It feels like Armageddon times has begun and slowly we are forgetting why we were created
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And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.
His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself.
And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God.
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