My Revelation

The Kings of the earth and great men for survival how to begin And the rich men, and Chief Captains privileged and possessions, men of passion Mighty men, Bondmen, freemen too hiding for fate and futures through For behold the days are coming what can be more foreboding In which they shall say how could it end in such a way Blessed are the barren those who could be caring And to the wombs that never bare those never given the responsibility to care And paps that never gave suck that part that feeds those who trust Then shall they begin to say why does it end this way And to the mountains, fall on us Hide us from the nuclear thrust And to the hills. Cover us. give us shelter from deaths touch This may comes as a surprise to some.