Final Days

Holy Scripture fulfillment

Not an imagination, nation fight nation

Father mother, brother sister

Wasting back to soil they are, one after another

Strange diseases winning

See the red fire, the beast is spitting

Bloody smell hangs loosely on life’s wall

On hearts’ noses, felt by all

The merciful one, call whoever you want

Our knees are on the ground

Descend upon your flock, before the wolf kills them all

Sent no one, nothing

Even the chariot of fire



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