The Worst of Our Fears
The times keep changing from bad to worse.
It seems our world has been deviously cursed.
The values and morals we once held so dear
have vanished and strengthened the worst of our fears.
Darkness envelops us like the coming tide
and Christians are finding fewer places to hide.
Evil continues to grow in its strength
and is pushing our world over the brink.
Those who are young please open your ears
to the wise and the weary to comfort your fears.
Dread is upon us to our own device
but one has died for us and paid the full price.
Choose carefully the path you will take
for if you choose wrong it will be your final mistake.
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