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by Bcrow
Rated: E · Poetry · Spiritual · #1738559
Random birds fall from the sky, Rivers fill with fish that die.
It's time

Take a good look around and you will see,
that the time has come for you and me.
We are responsible for all we know
And for every sin we must atone.

No more excuses for our mistakes,
You're either real, or you are fake.
and if you know, the signs reveal,
Time draws nigh for our repeal.

Random birds fall from the sky,
Rivers fill with fish that die.
Earth quakes in divers places
Anguish on human faces.

All these things are signs foretold.
Of the horrors to unfold.
Hasten to answer the call,
Before the holy ghost withdraws.

Don't make yourself quick to assume,
That all I preach is doom and gloom.
For those of us that know the truth,
Will not perish, as others do.

But it's our job to bring them in,
And relieve them of their sin.
Through our Savior Jesus Christ.
And give their soul eternal life.

What ever faith you call your own,
There's only one upon the throne.
It's time we all, join as one,
For revelations, has begun.

Brett Michael Crowe
January 3, 2010
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