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Walking the Streets of Dayton

Walking the streets of  Dayton
Warning my city of the Lord’s soon arrival
Explaining the Mark of the Beast
And tribulation survival
What’s it gonna take to escape the things coming upon this earth?
I’ve been hearing stories about this time coming since my birth
All ears are peeled
Curiosity is peeked
The citizens of my city don’t want to be deceived
They don’t know who the Antichrist is 
But they sure don’t like the President
Whenever his name is mentioned a sour look comes upon their faces
No matter who I speak with…
The Veterans, the widows, the elderly…
They say, “HELL NO! YOU’RE NOT GONNA PUT NO CHIP IN ME!”
They’re flaming mad and speak of rights and guns

This is my cause
This is my city
Their blood is on my hands
I must do what I am called to do
I must walk the streets of my city
Everyone must do their part to pave the way for the Messiah
Everyone must tell the masses what will happen if they are left behind
Don’t keep the truth from them
Let them have the raw facts
The U.N. troops are already here and they have their survival packs
The world leaders have their bomb shelters
And the little people have Jesus
Spread the gospel and love my city so they may escape all this
Destruction is coming, Dayton! Get your hearts right with the Messiah!
He is the only hope we have for tomorrow
He is on the other side of the sun rise
Repent and live holy
Surrender your will to the King
Get down upon your knees my neighbors
Make him your everything
What’s the Antichrist gonna promise you?
A drink of fresh water? Temporary shelter? 
He only cares about killing off the human race quickly
And putting us all ten feet under
Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ
Be as wise as the Serpent and escape all these things!

Gwendolen Rix
9-30-14 

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