The Hour Is Late
THE HOUR IS LATE
The earth is old
and the hour is late
Armageddon lay at the gate
The Prince of Darkness
the fallen one, makes his move
the earth to run
The beast emerging,
the Babylonian whore
the Common Market is at the door
The mark he gives, and all will take
except the believers
and those he hates
Tribulation to mankind,
sights unknown.
Signs in the heavens
and death unfolds
Clothed in lies, a peacemaker he portrays.
For three and a half years
things might look ok
Gods 2 prophets and the 144,000 Jews
do their best to point truth out to you
The martyrs’ blood flows ever deep
True to Christ
their faith they keep
BJ CUBER
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