Jesus Help Me This Is World War Iii-
Cobalt beams the remnants of a building in a nuclear Holocaust
Chanting screams gyrating from the air bouncing off the trees
Babies alive surrounded by dead grown ups lying on their backs facing the skies
Hornets streams fleeing flying buzzing through the burnt broken welder cornfields
Fashion icons no longer belong everyone's ragged zombies just tipping falling
War warings of wars violence in this Holocaust where is the one who holds the cross
Beaches fermented with dead fish the sand is burnt and dried no remains
Granulated substance of dead animals lying in the range
Wars and rumors of wars the dead are dying the dying are dead
Substance doesn't matter cuz matter is the substance that splattered
You wait you watch your survival of the Holy cost one of the few
His blood runs rapid down the streets
the screams and yells and hollers with those people who you never meet
All this and more it's the end of the world
What's this I see a figure coming down from the skies
Did not I partake of the mark of the beast
Yet I run from my life from those who my thought were at peace
Death is rampant punic odors of stench in the air
Death everywhere waring Nations no one cares
Family disarray fathers killing children mother killing those they nurture
No one cares
Renaissance gone it's the mark of the gun bombs exploding nuclear haste
Kill your friend he's in front of your face
The ravages and pains of War go on this is the last one they swore
Nuclear fires nation's disintegrated
Lord I survived I'm one of two
And I see you
Jesus please save me
In this The end of the age World War III?
12/3/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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