THE RIVER CRIES
THE RIVER CRIES
TALKING ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE, MAN THAT’S OLD NEWS. YOU THOUGHT THAT YOU COULD IGNORE IT BUT NOW IT’S TIME TO PAY YOUR DUES.
MOTHER EARTH IS HURTING; WE’VE STABBED HER IN THE HEART. IF WE DON’T FIX THIS NOW, SHE’LL TEAR THIS WORLD APART.
DISASTERS ARE HAPPENING EVERYDAY; EARTHQUAKES HAVE THE VERY EARTH PARTING. EVERYDAY IS LIKE ARMAGEDON, I THINK IT’S REALLY STARTING.
HER BANKS ARE OVERFLOWING; YOU CAN HEAR THE RIVERS’ CRY. THE SUN BLAZES ON THE WATER AS THE LAKES, THEY DRY. THE LAND IS BARREN AND THE WIND IS GETTING PARCHED. THE ICEBERGS ARE MELTING; THE POLAR BEARS ARE ON THE MARCH. FOREST FIRES SO LARGE THAT THEY MAKE THIER OWN WEATHER. I TELL YOU NOW; WE’RE GOOD AS DEAD IF WE DON’T GET IT TOGETHER.
SADLY, DISREGARD FOR MOTHER NATURE IS JUST IN MANS’ MAKEUP. UNLESS YOU’RE DEF AND BLIND IT’S REALLY TIME TO WAKE UP.
YOU DO YOUR STRIP MINING AND YOU DO YOUR FRACKING; THE TRUTH IS IT’S THE VERY EARTH YOU'RE CRACKING. YOU’RE POLUTING THE RIVERS AND THE AIR. IT’S PLAIN TO SEE YOU JUST DON’T CARE. I’M AFRAID THAT YOU WON’T STOP UNTIL YOU'RE DONE. AND LEAVE SEVEN BILLION PEOPLE ON THE RUN. THIS HAVOC YOU’RE UNLEASHING, IT ISN’T NOTHING NEW. JUST REMEMBER WHEN IT COMES CRASHING DOWN THAT YOU LIVE HERE TOO.
HER BANKS ARE OVERFLOWING; YOU CAN HEAR THE RIVERS’ CRY. THE SUN BLAZES ON THE WATER AS THE LAKES, THEY DRY. THE LAND IS BARREN AND THE WIND IS GETTING PARCHED. THE ICEBERGS ARE MELTING; THE POLAR BEARS ARE ON THE MARCH. FOREST FIRES SO LARGE THAT THEY MAKE THIER OWN WEATHER. I TELL YOU NOW; WE’RE GOOD AS DEAD IF WE DON’T GET IT TOGETHER.
FINANCIAL HEALTH HAS ALWAYS BEEN BASED ON EXPANSION. THE WAY THAT PEOPLE DRESS IS JUST A MATTER OF FASHION.
EXPANSION MEANS USING MORE RESOURCES RIGHT FROM THE JUMP. FASHION LEADS TO MOUNTAINS OF OLD CLOTHES ROTTING IN THE DUMP.
EVERYDAY WE WASTE TOO MUCH AND THE GARBAGE KEEPS PILING HIGHER. EVERYBODY CRIES MORE, MORE, MORE THE SITUATION IS GETTING DIRE.
WE NEED TO FIX THIS BUT THE POLITICIANS KEEP PASSING THE BUCK. I REALLY HATE TO SAY THIS BUT OUR FUTURE GENERATIONS ARE OUT OF LUCK.
HER BANKS ARE OVERFLOWING; YOU CAN HEAR THE RIVERS’ CRY. THE SUN BLAZES ON THE WATER AS THE LAKES, THEY DRY. THE LAND IS BARREN AND THE WIND IS GETTING PARCHED. THE ICEBERGS ARE MELTING; THE POLAR BEARS ARE ON THE MARCH. FOREST FIRES SO LARGE THAT THEY MAKE THIER OWN WEATHER. I TELL YOU NOW; WE’RE GOOD AS DEAD IF WE DON’T GET IT TOGETHER.
END OF DAYS IS NOT A MOVIE, IT’S A PROPHECEY IN THE BIBLE. WHEN IT’S TIME FOR FULFILLMENT EVERYONE WILL BE LIABLE.
IT DOESN’T MATTER WHETHER YOU BELIEVE IT OR IF YOU DON’T. IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU REPENT OR YOU DON’T.
GODS’ WORD WILL BE FULLFILLED, YOU CAN BET THE FARM ON THAT. WHEN IT ALL COMES CRASHING DOWN IT WILL BE SATAN WHO’S AT BAT. BETTER PRAY TO GOD FOR MERCY NOW, BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE. IF GOD DOESN’T GUIDE YOU THEN SATAN WILL SEAL YOUR FATE.
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