I Will Come Again

Chaos of wars and deaths would become the rule of the day. Floods and droughts would surround around every possible way. With earthquakes, famines, and pestilence, nature will be filled Creatures, for no vices of theirs, would be brutally killed. Kingdoms and nations would rise against each other, you said. Hatred and malevolence, like epidemics, would spread. In your name false prophets would mislead everyone, you warned For walking on the paths of virtues, the poor will be scorned To upset the order of oppression, you would appear Fires from your eyes would burn to ashes the satanic sphere. The heavens will open, and you will descend like a king. To the arrogant, your judgement would be a threatening Maranatha, I heard each being calling, Come, O Christ! Each nook of the sin-laden earth filled with celestial light