Summation of All Things

Don’t you feel it within

That life is coming to its end

Increasing number of murders

And Natural cause deaths

Nature is at its wits-end

The wind doesn’t linger as it did before

It’s rushing because it knows the time is short

The waves move with fury, no need for a calm

The sounds of rushing mighty waters is the voice of the Lord

The sun beams are stronger; the heat index ablaze

The earth destroyed by fiery cascades

Liken to the volcanos erupting after long slumbers

Souls of those in delusion try to tug at heart reins

For the music, sex, fun, disease and pain of this temporary place

Was never designed to last always in this way

A righteous Judge is calling each one to the seat

At the end

Are you found innocent or guilty?

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