The End Is Here I Still Praise God In This Year of 2038
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The year is 2038
And in this year of 2038
Some people yet still find it odd
That me and others yet still are praising God
Well, that's a job in part..WELL DONE
Babies are born in
Come from heaven
Replenishing the dying out elderly THE WORLD LIT ON FIRE
LOT OF PEOPLE Worshipping Lucifer Lord of Fire <jelsr>
THE END IS HERE I STILL PRAISE GOD IN THIS YEAR OF 2038
The year is 2038
And in this year of 2038
Some people yet still find it odd
That me and others yet still are praising God
Well, that's a job in part..WELL DONE
Babies are born in
Come from heaven
Replenishing the dying out elderly
Social security now history
Misused and depleted in 2019
Disappeared ran solvent by governmental means
New age still new old age no more
The beast says take his mark
If you wanna eat anymore
Well there were to many sparrows, pigeons, dandelion grass and squirrels
Won't be a sell out
I'm fed and fill in Christ
In this year of 2038
Some people yet still find it odd
That me and others yet still are praising God
Stand don't run, don't fall flee the devil
Seek Christ our Lord and God
For He shall provide all
One world rule, you fool this world is God's
We (you're) just a caretaker
Human still do those foolish things, foolish thing
Some people find it off
That I'm still praising God
You know I would rather see His face is peace and grace
Be on the mercy seat
Than to see His face condemn and be placed on His judgement seat
Hope is less more is no more
Being satisfied no more blessed
I can't relate
Man still conceited
Things He's all that I can't relate
Help this world Savoir
My God it's 2038
It's 2038
10/18/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018
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