The Vision
A bleached and frozen moon
Loomed over a frigid November sky
And like a bad omen loosed from Pandora's box
It chilled my spirit inside.
I saw millions of people crying on their knees
Dead children limp within their arms
Those left alive screaming in agony
Who would cause this kind of harm.
Then a voice spoke to my spirit
Saying we ourselves caused all this pain
By abusing all our freedoms.
And turning away from God again.
We wanted things our own way
And sadly God had to let us go.
And we walked away from his protection
Now we are reaping what we sowed
God won't interfere with our free will
Originally this was a gift from him
But we abused it and lost his mercy
When we chose to live in sin.
Only one hope left for our dying race.
To fall upon our knees.
And ask him for his mercy.
To escape this visions agony
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